Cross Country

Literally. We live on the sticky-out bit (as my daughter describes it) on the East Coast of New Zealand marked A, and the golf course she was playing today is on the West Coast, marked by B. It takes an hour. New Zealand is a *very* tiny country.

Differences? WAVES! Whenever we want to have fun belly-boarding, we cross country to Piha or Muriwai for the purpose. Muriwai is a famous black-sand beach. This is where Bruce McLaren of Team McLaren raced for practice. However, I have never been to Muriwai Golf Course; and such was my purpose today.
Beloved Daughter has done rather well at golf of late. Last week she spent three days up in Whangerei, having been selected for the Northland Quadrangular Girls golf tournament; this week came word that she was playing in the North Harbour foursomes, which feature six player per round in three pairs; thereby clearly demonstrating nothing at all to do with the number four.
Rained all the way and rained on us at setup time, thus ensuring that my hair would resemble a badly-washed paintbrush for the duration of the game. Then it cleared up and we had sunshine for holes 10-18 and a bit of 1 and 2, before the skies dimmed and the rain and wind returned for the remainder.
Beloved Daughter did rather well, ending fourth Stableford (don't ask. I have it on good authority).

Change of plan. Write bestseller, retire to this part of country.