Cruising with my 4-iron and our good friend R.A.S.S.
Hi-jacking Hindriksenors account, this is the first blog posting from 'The Little Siglo' (ironic twist on the word "little"). I contemplated and condensed my recent 18 holes into some short notes to follow.
Fearing the return of my dreaded 'slice', I look to my golf bag for the Ramon Allones Special Selected.
Pre lit draw: like the sock over my driver - snug, but not too tight. tastes of honeyed manuka chips and hand ground paprika
First third: even burn - much like the back of my legs after declining the offer of sunscreen, consistent flavours as depicted above
I aproach the ball full of confidence and with a steely grip, hammer the little sucker 230 meters down the fairway and onto the corner of the green.
As a stroll along in the rough heading towards a certain birdie opt, my palette contemplates the next stage.
Second third: introduction of strong cocoa beans was increasingly present. Also, as the burn began heading off track, so was disobedient ash brought into line by an old friend - BIC
Putter now in hand and only 3 Meters until realising an amateur golfers dream...
Final pre victory draw followed by an exhale of short but sweet taste of Birdie glory.
Final third: Although the heat was steadily increasing on the draw, it released some pleasant herbal flavours (kind of like chewing the underside of a jandal that had seen the surface of freshly cut grass).
A kind comforter after a hidious slump to boggie.