When we did play, John had a bit of a predicament as he tried to play a ball at shoulder height across the other side of the burn in a hazard:
It was pretty dismal on Saturday afternoon at Trevose and the day was summed up in this photograph:
On Sunday morning, the skies cleared and the stunning view from my room was:
We coached to St Enodoc and lined up for the traditional team photograph:
A view from the course towards the estuary:
Archie, Bob and Peter wait to tee off half way round:
On the back nine, the course wanders round an old church where the former Poet Laureate, Sir John Betjeman is buried:
Jas tees off at the 2nd nearest the pin hole:
Monday morning only Peter and I ventured out - it was dry, but still windy. The surf was white at the 5th tee:
Finally, the "virtual" presentation to the winner from last year's champ:
Monday morning only Peter and I ventured out - it was dry, but still windy. The surf was white at the 5th tee:
Finally, the "virtual" presentation to the winner from last year's champ:
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