We check in. Say hello. Take hands. Our bluecollar clothes today goes in checked and black. Our tools are polished. We sharpen our pen and start off with routine par-par-par. The ocean is like a mirror in the horizon. We hit bunkershots, shout FORE! threeputs, snaphooks and make birdies. It feels like an ordinary day. An ordinary day at the office.
Third green, Pyle & Kenfig GC
Outward nine is played with the autopilot turned on. “It´s running out of juice” says the American in front of us and points at a GPS big like an old NOKIA. We feel like our linksjuice ran out already on first fairway. at 11th, a dogleg par5, the wind picks up, dunes and we turn off the autopilot and enter linksmode. 12th, a long demanding par3 gets us out of balance. 13th – best hole on the course – brings out our experience and knowledge that has been hidden so far.
The Bell at thirteen, Pyle & Kenfig
We hit forged irons and strive in headwind towards the guarded green. Pure links – after 12 holes. 14th, a protected par4 with sanddunes all the way to the green , reminds us of yesterday. MrJ 6/4. The dream ends with 15th a good par 3. Suddenly we are awake and stands on a cracked fairway on Canary Islands. Weekdaylinks. We check out.
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