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Build-up to Nailcote Hall: Be wary of crossed lines

Pitching wedge in hand, I wandered away from a brief period of putting practice intent on chipping a few balls towards the hole at the far end of the putting green.
Nailcote Hall

Pitching wedge in hand, I wandered away from a brief period of putting practice intent on chipping a few balls towards the hole at the far end of the putting green.

Chipping is another area of my golf game in need of constant fine-tuning.

In my book, even a few minutes spent getting the feel of your wedge can prove valuable and as I had at least ten minutes before teeing off in Monday’s May Day Medal, here was the perfect opportunity.

Furthermore, I took a moment to survey the magnificent scene before me. The sun shone from a clear, azure blue sky while the simple, brightly coloured flower beds surrounding the putting green looked beautiful.

Suddenly, this vision of golfing nirvana was shattered.

“Oi”, bellowed a voice from the terrace overlooking the putting green. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Turning around with a look which,I trust, emulated that adapted by Robert de Niro in Taxi Driver, I strode purposefully back towards the terrace in search of the culprit.

“Glad I caught you,” said an elderly chap before I could ascertain which of those folks sat enjoying the sunshine had irked me. His voice was no longer confrontational but sounded more like that of a teacher; jolly, almost.