July 5th 2018
Today I played a round of twilight golf after I finished work. Twilight golf is exactly like regular golf, except it’s played slightly later on in the day, and to a nature-implied time limit. Non-golfers often criticise golf for being boring, but let me tell you, playing golf whilst trying to avoid the sunset is much more thrilling.
It’s like normal golf, except played 1.1x faster, and towards the end you start to lose a few more balls because you’re A) knackered and B) blind. Sound fun? It is.
Tiring, though. I went straight to the course from work, meaning I skipped dinner. So, day’s work and an evening’s golf on an empty stomach. Yeah, I’m knackered.
Usually, you know a day is going to be a good one if it starts with a round of gold, but even more so, a day is a good one if it ends with a round of golf.
Look at my dad’s hat as well. Unreal sauce. What an absolute bloke.
If you’re not attuned to the sport, you may not notice the nuances in the speed. Because instead of taking four hours to do a round, it took 3 hours 50, and that is objectively not that much, but it makes a difference.
You’re always acutely aware of how much sun you have left. Today we had to skip the 16th and 17th otherwise we’d have been playing in the dark.
To be honest, that wouldn’t have made much difference to my round. I probably wouldn’t have noticed.
It was a good night. The problem is, though, that I got to the course basically as soon as I could, and we still didn’t have enough time. And, because the summer solstice has already passed, it means we’re on the side of the year where the days only get shorter. And that’s shit. Because I could quite happily play golf every single day after work. And at the weekends too.
Until tomorrow, I’m not sure I\d have the energy for it though.