On a glorious, sunny day on June 13th at The Royal Automobile Country Club with 3 of my nearest and dearest I only went and sank a 162 Yard 6 iron off the 15th tee. One glorious hop from the fringe and the gentle rattle of the ball wedging itself into the hole against the rattling flag. The coronation Course was in perfect condition after the heavy rainfall in the preceding two weeks. There was a moment of disbelief, then a roar of noise from behind me. My heart was thumping. A quick dash in golf carts at Mac 3 to the pin to go and check. Sure enough the ball was where it is intended to be. Pure elation followed. What a feeling, what a day.