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Close Encounters

23 Dec

I have played golf for so long and have never encountered a situation of fear before until my Tuesday game this week. Shudder.

Our typical Tuesday golf game had only two flights this time. We played at an outside golf club instead of our home club for a change. The weather was cloudy, and the company was good. Despite such good conditions, my game continued its downslide. Oh well. However, it is not about me today but the situation.

The men had just teed off, and then we ladies teed off soon after. Just as we were about to follow them along the cart path, our flight mates in front shouted in fear, “Cobra! Cobra!”. Oh my goodness!

Our terrified caddy called out to me to quickly reverse the buggy. The cobra was already upright in an intimidating posture with its hood open as if ready to strike! Shudder. The men had driven past the cobra without realizing it. Luckily we were slow and behind. I think it was when they looked back to search for their balls that they saw the cobra.

And upon hearing their shouts and our caddy’s insistence, I reversed to a safe distance behind the scene. We stayed put for ten minutes as the men took some photos and the caddies did the same to report to the club. It was a fearful moment waiting out the cobra. Thankfully, the cobra stood down after a while and slithered off into the nearby bushes. Phew!

The cobra slithering off

After that incident, I had another unexpected encounter but this time, with an eagle! I was walking towards my ball when I stumbled upon an adult eagle resting in the rough under the trees. Its brown feathers camouflaged the bird under the shade, and I did not see it when I approached my ball.

The eagle looked injured as something was sticking out of its body. Unfortunately, I was not fast enough to get my phone out to take a picture. Oh well. The eagle spooked and flew off when it sensed my presence.

What an outcome the golf outing turned out to be, having close encounters with a cobra and an injured eagle.

Playing in the Rain

23 Sep

During rainy days back in the dinosaur era when we were young, we used to think that playing in the rain was fun but were told not to do so. If we did, we would fall sick, and that’s not good. And if we choose to defy this, just be prepared for the consequences, be it a scolding or punishment, for not listening.

Strangely, as we get older, do we follow these rules set out for us when we were young? Of course not! A case in point is yesterday.

I woke up to the sound of a slight drizzle in the morning. Uh oh, a golf day, and it’s drizzling. It continued when I left the house but let up a little to allow us to tee off.

But after two holes, the drizzle turned to constant rain, and we were soaked instantly! We decided to wait it out at the nearby halfway hut. Fifteen minutes later, the rain let up a little, so we resumed play. Woefully, it did not last, for it rained again after another two holes. Sigh, and the second wait was longer.

Taking shelter to wait out the rain

It was not the most comfortable situation, with wet gloves and grips, not to mention clothes and caps as well. The umbrella did not help, unfortunately.

The two pauses in between rain and game were disrupting the game momentum. Yet, we continued or tried to continue. The situation changed when it thundered, and it was not feasible anymore.

We had to stop because it was dangerous to be out in the open with lightning charges in the atmosphere. It was the shortest game I have played in a long time, with only six holes completed.

The myth of playing in the rain being fun has been proven wrong! It was not fun playing golf in the rain at all. Maybe I should have listened to myself instead of braving the rain to play on. I hope I won’t fall sick from this outing.

A Delightful Encounter

27 Oct

Usually, on the golf course, we encounter all sorts of creatures. Never in my life would I think I would see otters, though, at a golf course other than at the zoo.

On Tuesday, during my weekly weekday golf game, we saw a family of otters scurrying across the fairway right in front of us!

I maxed out the zoom-in feature on my iPhone XR to capture this!

Six of them in the pack were running from Hole 11 at the Lakes course onwards to Hole 8 when we just teed off. Then, as we drove the buggy along the cart path, they jumped into the pond nearby only to surface and romp across to the adjacent Hole 7. What a delightful encounter!

To Walk or Not to Walk

13 Jul

To walk or not to walk 18-holes for a round of golf, that is the question. I thought most in our golf group may not be willing to do so now that the buggy ruling, post-RMCO has been relaxed for twin-sharing but I was wrong.

The Tuesday and Thursday games, played at the Lakes course were on the buggy, twin-share basis, and we had lovely weather which made both outings enjoyable. But the weekend was a different story.

Saturday was again at the Lakes course on the buggy at a snail’s pace because the golf course was packed and the flight in front of us was just terribly slow. We gave up after 15 holes. The wait was unbearable, not just at every hole; it was every shot.

On Sunday, our group’s super-fit elderly asked me (a few days prior) if I would like to join him to walk 18-holes, carrying our bags while our other two flight mates opted for the buggy. He is 78 years old! Amazing… I guess I’m not the only one wanting to do this.

The amazing 78-year-old with his bag and a bucket of sand

We were the first flight out and I certainly enjoyed the company and exercise to keep up my stamina and strength. Moreover, I wanted to do this (walk 18-holes) because I have gained a little weight last week. With restrictions having eased at this recovery stage of the pandemic, and we find ourselves eating out a little more, and it has shown.

So the question to walk or not to walk shouldn’t be raised now that I have another golfer willing to accompany me and I have a reason to do so.

 

The Accidental Baker

22 May

I am bowled over that hubby dearest has taken to baking so effortlessly, like fish to water. I simply do not know where he gets his energy from.

Even after a round of golf, he can still bake whereas I would just keep things slow to a manageable pace. For me, it’s to cool down my body in this furnace of a weather and not sweat any further than what I have already shed at the golf course. But he just goes on.

Last Sunday, after walking 15 holes with me, we got home and two hours later, he whipped up a superb herb whole wheat loaf. And as if that’s not enough, he baked a sponge cake thereafter!

Sponge cake had coconut shreds topping

If you thought I helped in anyway, hardly… I just ate when they were fresh from the oven. Of course this encouraged the accidental baker in hubby.

And as he’s constantly at it, I have to exercise constantly too to balance my intake. The weekend golf games are scheduled already and I am pretty sure the accidental baker will bake after the games.

Weekday efforts: cupcakes, banana bread and mini scones