Pershore Golf Society

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ANGEL CUP 2025

THE HEREFORDSHIRE

 

 

Was it that “Clive the Route” was absent, which caused David Aye to set off for South Herefordshire, or can we put it down to old age? Whatever it was he arrived by the skin in time for captain’s brief.

 

We have visited Wormsley on many occasions and you never know whether you will get soaked or eaten by horse flies, this time it was the former.

 

The course looked good, lush, with good tees and greens which made for good scoring, at least by some.

 

Appearances by a returning member, Mike Jones, and two relatively new members, Neil Broad and John Cashion who all enjoyed the day.

 

After bacon and coffee were consumed we were able to get off a bit early which meant 20 minutes less soaking.

 

Those who have played here will know the 1st is a straight hole with an undulating fairway and a hollow before the green. The fairway is wide and inviting, but not if you duff you tee shot and don’t even get there. You can imagine the sympathy I received.

 

Two and three are both daunting blind shots especially if you haven’t played before and you must wait for the bell, which doesn’t get rung and then you come under fire from behind.

 

Waiting on the 3rd Nick Moody thinned one through the 2nd green which just missed us and ended up behind the ball cleaner by our tee. He then reported that his attempt to get it back to the green hit said cleaner and disappeared into the trees, never to be seen again.

 

It was about now that the proper Herefordshire rain started, and our chairperson felt the need to strip off on one hole, to don his swimmers, one can only assume, much to the dismay of his partners. He received a fine for that and for driving through the group in front on the 4th.

 

Daren was seen running around looking for his wedge that he had left somewhere but running is not something that the group behind us could be accused of, having lost 2 holes by the end of the round.

 

On 16 & 17 I sunk to a new level of shite, topping the ball off the tee all of 10 yards, finishing  with an 8, and on 17 knobbing one into the ferns left then putting my next “yellow” ball into a Conker tree, and having walked up to it a dozen times got fed up, so took a 10.

 

When the two last groups eventually arrived Robbo was able to get on with his presentation speech for which he didn’t need a microphone as his vocal cords were well lubricated by this time

 

• NP – Robbo

• NP2 – Brazier – by a mile!

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• 3rd – Killer – 73.

• 2nd – Simon T – 72

• 1st – Robbo – 67

 

Cracking knock by our Capitano, given the conditions and looking forward to your day at The Cotswold’s, in a few weeks.

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