This post is especially for my big brother :) wish you were here to have played with us xxx
Wow, time is really rolling on quickly. It's been three weeks since I left home. I'm starting to find my way a bit and piece things together. It's a steep learning curve with big shoes to fill, but I'm managing to keep my head about water. Well, I have a full team of people who are all fed and have somewhere to sleep, and all the shifts are covered. Everything else can wait.
So Sunday we decided to play a round of golf. I don't know who does the official rankings, but the course at One Boat is apparently the second worse in the world. It was the worst, but Japan made an even crappier one. The one in the Falklands is pretty appalling, but maybe it's not an official course. Oh well. I don't know. Who cares.
I was on the Saturday night shift, and didn't sleep too well Sunday morning. All the others had gone to a party up Green Mountain so that was sad to have missed it. I'm sure they'll be others.
After lunch we made our way to the golf club. There was a gang of wild donkeys in the car park, who apparently roam the island. They were friendly enough, an came right up to us, but it was a little creepy.
It was easy to mistake the landscape on the golf course for a letter box walk. Twists and turns, hills, clinker, rocks... There were a few points where the ground was too tough for me and my ballet pumps, so that was interesting.
It took us almost an hour and a half to complete 3 holes, with the leader making the first whole in 6 over par. Ridiculous.
After three hole, Rachel and I headed back and the boys played on. They made it to the end of the fifth hole.
More banter than real golf.
It was more like crazy golf if your ball happened to hit some of this stuff.
Rachel taking a shot
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