Buoyed by the warm sunshine and a hectic day in work I decided to make a trip to the range tonight. I went to the Downshire Golf Course near Wokingham instead of my normal range and the change of scenery seemed to work wonders. I had one of those rare sessions where the swing was working well and the ball was under control.
Following on from my horrendous driving in the medal on Sunday I decided to really work on hitting the big dog. I was smoking them. A low penertrating flight and with a mere hint of a draw. I couldn't have been happier with the way it went.
I've got another practice session planned for Friday and we all know that the golfing gods will mock me. I can sense another session where the swing behaves and I hit the ball well and lo, I stand on the first tee in the Jack Jarrett at 8.10 on Saturday and my swing will revert back to a cat and dog fighting in a tumble dryer. Still we'll cross that bridge when we get there. For now I'm a contented golfer again and looking forward to getting my handicap cut again soon. Only the short game to sort now. Bring it on.