We still have a massive load of snow laying around, but there are plenty of indications that some of it is ending up in the sea. Less salt in the water is a good thing … maybe? But most important, more grass on the ground is vital for the guys and girl the feel that sensational ich coming at you. The ich that all golfers feel these days. The desire to totally crush that ball far down the fairway.
In the lack of fairways up here in the cold, we found a wide fairway and a perfect tee-box. The fjord outside Son is not the widest, but does give you a good chance of not hitting the rough. The tee-box was formed as a perfect triangle and felt stable and gave plenty of confidence.
Since we are on the verge of hitting the green fairways in Ireland, I also thought this was a good opportunity to show off my nice Irish outfit. Although I am missing that orange hat to make it complete, perhaps there are any sponsors out there willing to provide me one before take off, I thought the outfit was pretty damn Irish, Please don’t feel offended by the pink ball. It is not part of the outfit, I can guarantee that.
