It was a long wait but it’s nice to be back. More than 18 months after I shot my one under par 70 I had drifted back to being an eighties shooter again which was, to say the least humiliating and a shocking waste of a huge amount of effort. Today though out with my brother-in-law I managed to play 17 holes at six over.
I knew that so much of it was mental since I still felt that at the range anyway I could strike the ball as well as ever. I just needed to get that belief back and stop worrying about performing so much. Some pretty intensive EFT and a couple of brief chats with David Walters exposed some daft thinking and helped me realise that if I could do it then I can definitely do it now.
So six over for 17 may not exactly be level par but it’s a good leap forward and can only help to provide me with a sound basis for a decent summer’s golf. I feel invigorated by golf again in a way that I just wasn’t this time last year. I was jaded by the whole thing – 35,000 golf balls can do that to you 
As ever though it would have been a hell of a lot better if I had putted well. 16 of the 17 greens were reached in regulation and that says a lot about just how horrific my putting was. Winter greens so wet that they were like walking on a water bed in places didn’t help.
