It was Monday 15th August 2022, at the Kendleshire golf club near Bristol UK. I had celebrated my first Year of golf with friends the day before. Today I was playing with Tommy, and holding my own through the first five holes, and getting excited about my score as I an a 26.9 handicap and never played this well previously. We reached the 6th (par 3).... what club you taking Papa asked Tommy. A 7 m8 I replied as if I knew what I was talking about lol. A red tee, two practice swings and then I hit the ball. Needed to go slightly right to miss the large bunker on the left. Saw it bounce and it felt like a good strike and straight. Tommy hit his ball and we made our way to the green, I reached for my putter as Tommy told a story about something or other.... oh yes it was his puppies. Anyway we reached the green and we saw Tommy's ball just on.... nice shot Tommy I said. But where was my ball? Must have run over the back I thought. Tommy said where is your ball Papa? He walked over to the hole and paused...... here it is he said. Absolute jubilation, what a great feeling. I was ready to buy everybody a drink..... we finished the 9 and we had 42 shots each. I looked over to the clubhouse and it was completely shut. Never mind I said, the beer may flow at the weekend