I’m often teased about the various pictures I post from various interesting and exotic locations around the world, apparently the term for it is smoasting!
The first tournament of the season was in Dinard, Brittany. It is true that this is one of the nicer locations on tour. Beautiful beaches and sweet villages. I was incredibly lucky to once again stay with the same hosts family as last year, and I certainly landed on my feet with them- the other end of the spectrum to the wood cabin in the middle of the woods in Sweden that I experienced last year!
Dinard is a links course that was created in 1887 by the British and I believe it’s one of the oldest golf courses in France. There are some stunning holes on the course over looking the sea and beaches, where there are plenty of reminders of the wars that have been fought in those parts. Fortunately the weather was glorious once again, particularly because it was early in the year. It could have been very difficult! The greens in Dinard are tough and if you happened to be above the hole it was hard to stop the ball anywhere close to the pin. It caused problems for many players but I struggled even more that most. It’s incredibly frustrating when you play tee to green well and consistently only to throw away shots on the putting green. There were positives to take from it though, my putting improved towards the end of the few days, and my long game is in good shape.
As much as I had enjoyed my time in Dinard I was quite keen to get back to England, and so to my horror I realised on the morning I was due to fly back to London that I had never actually booked the flight. Slight panic, as the flight was then full, an the same for the following day and all ferries were cancelled! I wasn’t able to book any flight on the internet, so rushed to the airport to see if I could persuade someone to let me on a flight later that day. Luckily I was allowed to get on a flight to Nottingham at vast expense, but it did mean I was able to leave!
This week I flew to Porto, before crossing the border 2 and a half hours into Spain. I am still not entirely sure where I was, apart from it being in the middle of nowhere. Without being too rude it would have been hard to take a photo that would have made everyone envious this week! Sadly this trip was a complete and utter disaster. I wasn’t feeling well at all before leaving but I felt I should go, and I might start to improve. In fact this was not the case at all, in fact quite the opposite.
On Wednesday morning I decided to withdraw from the competition and return to England as quickly as possibly in order to go straight to the Dr.
But it was not all plain sailing.. This is what happened next:
– I changed my flight to leave Porto later that day.
-Ryanair called me back 30 mins later to say they made a mistake and needed to charge me more.. I told them to take a hike!
-The hire car wouldn’t start. The locking system had gone awol. It’s caused the battery to go flat. Hire car recovery claim they were on their way, which they weren’t. After an hour or so, a friend came to help me. Battery totally flat, and the locking system was still going mad. The doors closed and then the keys are locked inside the car. Disaster! Car hire company claim they did not cover this. After much persuasion and near tears they make they way to me and fix the car, and agree that I was NOT at fault.
-I then make my way to Porto which is 2 and half hours from where I am in Spain, feeling terribly ill.
– At Porto airport I feel terribly ill and I am terribly ill! Security put me through fast track, and they can obviously tell I’m in a bad way. At the gate I requested to go on last, and I was told to see a nurse but informed that if they saw me they will most probably not let me fly.
-After 20 mins a steward makes an announcement asking for a Dr to come forward not for me, but another passenger! Two jump up, and rush to the back of the plane.. A lady wasn’t well. Lots of drama. Oxygen masks etc
– Suddenly we are making a decent and the captain announced that we were making an emergency landing to get the ill passenger to a hospital! I had no idea where we had landed, but someone got on their GPS and informed everyone we were in Brest, France. After an hour or so we take off again for London.
This was a very testing day, and a disappointing week for me but I am now back in England and hoping to get better as soon as possible in order to fly out to Zurich on Tuesday for the Swiss Open in St Gallen.
Life on tour is not always a bed of roses!