Day 3 - Day of Disaster Take 2

The day started well enough at Madura. A lovely 125 metres uphill par 3. Aim the trees, aim left of the flag and it will be OK. Two putts later I had a par to start the day and things were looking brighter.

Mundrabilla is halfway along the Roe plains and there is the Watering hole. It stared well enough, I saw the ball go left of the fairway, hit a rock and bounce at right angles on to the fairway. Well, that's what I thought. Being careful I played a provisional. It was a great shot and it was needed. After searching for a while and not finding my first shot I know why the guy drove his buggy into the old swimming pool!

Ah Eucla. Halfway along our journey and on to a real golf course. Another easier hole, with wide open fairway and a little bit of a head wind. No long grass to hide you ball, not scrub left of right, just a couple of bushes on the fairway. A duck hook left meant it was in the sparse but long grass. We found 6 balls - we did not find mine! With the provisional ball another shot was dropped as well.

Now the Euclascourse has some of the friendliest flies around. Despite all her efforts and almost constant movement Beth did not walk alone!

At Border Village, just a 12 kilometer drive we found another par three. It was not as frightening to look at as Balladonia, nor was it as long but when your tee shot goes right under a tree it can still be a problem.

The final hole for the day was a Nullarbor Roadhouse. A par 5, and the chance to get a par. Yeah right! Military golf ended my day - left, right, left. Add a penalty and some into the wind shots that didn't make the distance and the day finished with a triple bogey even though I did not loose a ball.

Maybe things will be better tomorrow. Surely they couldn't be worse.