![]() But before long there were dozens of tiny penguins climbing over the rocks and boardwalk, reuniting with their chicks. It didn’t help that the first penguin we spotted swimming in through the harbour actually turned out to be a water rat. At first there were just one or two penguins around, and it looked like they’d spend their evening being chased around by a couple of hundred tourists with camera phones. We ate dinner at a vegan, pay-what-you-feel-like restaurant (see, super trendy) before heading to the pier to look for fairy penguins.Įvery evening as the sun sets behind the St Kilda breakwater, eager tourists gather to watch the fairy penguins return from the sea to their nests. The weather was grey as we wandered around that first evening, and it gave the impression that someone had mashed Shoreditch and Brighton together and transported the result to the other side of the world. We were staying on St Kilda beach, a suburb just to the south filled with trendy shops, restaurants and street art. Melbourne is a decidedly trendy city, with a reputation for culture, fashion and food, as well as the largest urban tram network of any city in the world. The temperature had plummeted to a mere 16 degrees, which had us digging in our bags for our solitary hoodies and pairs of trousers. Once bitten.that may have happened 30yrs ago but a lesson learned and never repeated.On getting off the plane at Melbourne airport, we immediately noticed the cold. His report in the company newspaper of our morning round.”.and the best we can say about Hogie and Mike‘s morning round is that they tried - well at least we think they did.” and another blob on our card - but that’s another story. Our skipper was not amused when we rocked up very much worse for wear and then later as we traipsied off the morning 18 holes foursomes stableford with 17pts.we were supposed to be his ‘trump card’ pairing.Īs it happens that round included my biggest blunder (in context of the status of the round we were playing) when I played our playing companion pair’s ball on one hole - hitting the green for our first green in regulation (something like the 8th) - except it wasn’t. Getting rat-arsed with my best mate and playing partner (in the Scarisbrick hotel) in Southport the night before an important and prestigious company inter-site team competition - 36 holes over Royal Birkdale. I sat there quietly thanking my lucky stars it wasn't me checking the cards. Half an hour later there was an immeasurably embarrassing announcement that a mistake had been made. I casually took one of the new committee aside and calmly said " think you'd better check the cards again. Yep, between him and his marker they'd managed to put his actual scores as his points scores.and the checker hadn't twigged it. The winner was on top and I could see, instantly, that something was wrong.ġst hole was a par 4, he had 1 shot on it and had managed to score 7 points. Once the trophy was handed over and the festivities began I wandered over to have a peek at the cards. Once everyone was in the big announcement came - and the winner, with 56 points is. ![]() I'm honestly struggling to think of one on the scale that would warrant being in this thread.īut the biggest I've seen was at my first club.Ĭaptain's Day and it was 3 weeks since my stint on the committee came to an end.Īs the scores came in a member of the new committee did the checks and balances and kept the leader secret. Needless to say, I wasn't flavour of the month with the other three players in my group, one of them was so pissed off he skipped the prize giving meal and buggered off home. Only three groups actually finished with their yellow ball, we were one of them, and we would have won it had I realised what I had to do. Nobody had told me that you actually had to hand the yellow ball in to the scorers at the end of the round. So I deliberately smacked the ball out into the adjacent lake. Tough par 5, I ended up in a greenside bunker but had already played 5 shots, and after taking another 3 to try to get out I knew that I had blobbed the hole. It was an individual stableford, played in fours, and a yellow ball competition was incorporated into each groups score.Īll I was made aware of was that you had to complete the round with the yellow ball.īy some freak of luck, (Mere is a very tough course), we still had our yellow ball on the 18th, and it was me that was lumbered with it. Had not been playing long and was a bit "green" as far as formats were concerned. ![]() ![]() Many years ago I was playing in a large corporate day at Mere Golf & Country Club. ![]()
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