I‚??m afraid it‚??s true. ¬†Michael and I are only human. ¬†Well I am anyway, jury‚??s still out on y‚??er man. ¬†Though we‚??d like to be shining beacons of enthusiasm to you, dear friends, every day...sometimes it‚??s just not possible. ¬†Or even appropriate. ¬†This journey you see can be challenging. ¬†It might be a tumbling of rain from the skies; a quarrel over something petty; bad news about our solvency; doubts about our ability to Succeed; negative feedback from a Doubting Thomas; or any combination of downward pulling factors. ¬†Or, even, just an ‚??off‚?Ě day. ¬†99 times out of a hundred life on The Road is frighteningly good, and our spirits soar high. ¬†That other lone per cent though is just as much part of the journey as any other ‚?? and we‚??d be na√Įve to ignore it. ¬†
No apocalypse, don‚??t worry. ¬†Just reflections on a day where I‚??d perhaps rather not have been half of puregolf2010. ¬†In this instance, no trigger event to point to either. ¬†J D Patton on Day 306 was just flat as a pancake; to those who shared the day with me, then, please forgive me. ¬†
Our new friend Phil Adcock who has so handsomely look after us in north Leeds teed up a visit to Moortown: site of the first Ryder Cup on English soil in 1929. ¬†A Dr. Alistair MacKenzie layout, no less. ¬†Or so the story goes. ¬†Peter Rishworth is the Secretary at Moortown, and what a good natured Yorkshireman he is too (Peter if you‚??re not from Yorkshire please forgive my ears ‚?? must be all the music I bounce off my ear drums with terrifying regularity and intensity). ¬†He explained to us a bit about the history of the club and that Dr. MacKenzie laid down next door Alwoodley ‚??as practice for his real masterpiece.‚?Ě ¬†Who am I to question such an assertion?
Well over the subsequent few hours I found myself doing just that. ¬†Try as I might, I just couldn‚??t ‚??get‚?Ě Moortown. ¬†Where the other MacKenzie courses we‚??ve played ‚?? The Alwoodley very much included ‚?? have Atmosphere at every turn, Moortown was...different. ¬†I‚??m no course reviewer by any stretch of the imagination, but can only talk to my experience. ¬†The dodgy weather didn‚??t so much bother me (well used to that by now, and having grown up in bonnie Scotland). ¬†Nor was the hospitality anything short of marvellous (Peter upon taking his leave organised bacon butties and coffee for us, to line the stomachs). ¬†The company too was grand ‚?? Phil and his pal Alex being perfect gentlemen and not short of a pearl of banter. ¬†But every dog has his (off) day. ¬†And this day was mine.
Later in the evening we caught up with a tremendous South African lad by the name of Cameron Roy, whom we‚??ve been in contact with throughout the year. ¬†He‚??s a huge great strapping lad that came across here to play cricket; and who married an Irish girl (lucky sod) and got stuck. ¬†Despite having two young nippers he made the time to come and meet us for a beer in central Leeds at none other than the Neon Cactus. ¬†Sounds like time is very precious hwen there are little ‚??uns about... ¬†Cam had jacked up our happy visit to the Alwoodley yesterday, along with a couple of media slots. ¬†It was nice then to get the chance to thank him in person and put a face to the name (so many people we come across this year are just the name on their email address until we actually meet them in ¬†the flesh...). ¬†In my next life I think I‚??d like to be a South African ‚?? love the accent...
Ganton tomorrow...should be a blinder...
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