Perhaps appropriately Europa was the scene of battle on Sunday 1/10 when Club Captain Peter Edstrom bravely led his team to defeat. Despite certain dubious administrative changes. In very small type on the team sheet appeared “Scandanavia and Friends”, perhaps a necessary enlargement of his resources, versus the traditional ROW. Why not” Rest of the World” if only out of politeness? Then, his immediate veteran opponents having spent long hours working out their strategy, Peter was joined on the tee by charming Christana Andersson, a lady of considerable golfing experience and ability, as well as also being a very personable Swede, like her captain.. To crown it all, and well into the back nine, Peter revised the number of shots given by him to one of his opponents, altered the match score and, for a hole or two, looked as though his shananigans might bring unjust reward. However, it was not to be. Our doughty ROW-ers stood firm and at the 16th sealed the fate of the S&F front runners. A worthy victory and the start of the trend which finally brought overall success to the World team 6.5 v 5.5. At very short notice your Editor was elected Captain of the winning side and was duly presented with the prestigious trophy by Peter himself. On closer inspection it appeared to be a cup for all occasions, there being no engravings thereon, no record of the seasonal S&F v ROW engagements through the years. Thereby somewhat diminishing one’s 15 seconds of glory, as Andy Warhol might have put it.
It should be added, now without tongue in cheek, that Peter & Christina were great fun to play with, and if there is a more considerate buggy driver than George Kirk he/she has yet to be found. A most enjoyable day.
Whatever the results, this last Medal of the qualifying year will stay in Dean Moore’s memory for a long time. The dent in his financial resources may well linger a while also. A hole in one on Asia’s 17th set the clubhouse cava train in motion on the afternoon of Tuesday 3rd. Thanks to a pitching wedge Dean joins the ranks of rare achievers.
(Later. Since writing the above comes the announcement that Dean is to be Mens’ Vice Captain next year, subject only to AGM approval. We wish him well.
It was a great shame to see the latest boar damage on the changing 2nd hole, now looking very sorry for itself and with large areas designated as GUR. It was good though to be paired with David Moody again, after a prolonged break, and to see first hand the amazing luck he enjoyed from start to finish. That’s his ration gone for the rest of the year. Otherwise not much else changes. Brilliance intermingled with, how shall we put it diplomatically – less than good. Trouble with a disobedient left hand apparently.
A hole-in-one always captures the headlines but there is an element of luck attached to it whereas a nett 66 by one of the club’s best players can only be attributed to skill. Bruno has been playing well for some time and it was almost inevitable that his day would come. Which it did. Cream to the top again?
Nor should one overlook sprightly Merv Coombes, back in action after five months of building a new house for Maggie and himself. Rusty or not he played well enough to get his handicap cut 0.3 down to 16.4. Well done and welcome back, Merv. Hope the Saints can hang on in there.
1st. 74 Mary Evans (on handicap)
2nd. 74 Laura Thompson
3rd. 76 Jill Davies
1st. 66 Bruno Schaefer (cut 0.6 to 3.8)
2nd. 70 Richard Hinds (cut 0.6 to 16.9)
3rd. 71 Dean Moore (cut 0.2 to 8.9)
Warning to all Members. Never leave your camera in the pro shop. It may finish up in the wrong hands.
Recently crowned “Mr.Blue” with another member of the pro shop team, our ever friendly Africa all dressed up in her finery for the feria.
Walking, beer drinking, and writing most humourously are this author’s pursuits in life. There must be a dozen or more books to his name by now and all, in my humble opinion, worthy of your attention if you are not already a devotee. He is American but has lived in the UK mostly since 1970 or so. He is a detailed observer of all things English, and an historical informant extraordinaire. His latest, just read rather belatatedly, was a wonderful journey through all things beautiful and quirky about our little island. It is an easy, pick up anytime read, and highly recommended by this envious scribbler. (If any member wishes to borrow this 476 page paperback, please contact me.)
Not the results. Not the scores. Just that the newsletter is proud to include a decent report from Seniors’ Captain David Moody PLUS a good photograph of both teams. Not a hat or sun glasses in sight. All faces recognisable. Thank you. Thank you. If only………….! But over to the Captain –
By coincidence, it is assumed, our Ladies also played this peculiar sounding course this month and there is a distinct similarity between Lilly Lagerwerf’s report and the one you have just read.
Sunday 8/10 saw a very full car park, a lot of members in Scramble action on America, a beautiful morning for golf, and rules which were not what most players expected. A Texas Pairs Scramble suggested two person teams, slope handicaps, list the better score on each hole and total it up at the end. Not so. Captain Peter Edstrom, obviously suffering from a touch of Wilson masochism, decreed that players should do their own thing, add up the total score, subtract 30% of the combined handicaps, and hope to win a prize. Of which there were nine. The fact that Mike Fisher and the editor, a neighbourly pairing, failed to even come tenth, may explain this hint of criticism, a view more forcefully vocal in more than one buggy!
Play was boringly slow. Five hours plus for most. Followed by a protracted prize giving, and more income for the Food & Beverage team on duty.
Members might excuse the non-listing of bottle winners 4 to 9 but applaud those who did remarkably well, none more so than Roy and Jill Davies, especially off their low handicaps. A really solid team performance which just earned them a decimal point victory? Couldn’t have been much closer.
1st 62.2 Roy & Jill Davies
2nd 62.3 Peter Penney & Derek Steele
3rd. 62.6 John & Maddie Brooks
At this juncture an apology is due. To those who posed for picture taking today and who may never see the results in these pages. Reason? My Canon PowerShot’s screen informed me, after a short while, that no memory card was available. At which point I remembered downloading some pictures the previous day but, obviously, forgetting to withdraw the card from the iMac. Memory loss. Memory card. Message clear. Fortunately ever dependable Judi Lentelink was on hand and stepped forward to save the day with her smart phone.
The first five players to tee off on this warningly chilly morning wore blue, a colour associated with the lower reaches of the thermometer. A coincidence, of course, but the drop in temperature was noticeable, as was the amount of dew on the grass. This was Europa at 0930 at the start of another Stableford competition. Tuesday the tenth to be precise.
It is sometime since one was in the Brian Farmer golfing orbit, and a welcome return it proved to be. He played very well for the most part, punching the ball off the tee with what my memory suggested was a revised swing. Very straight and often long. Not long by comparison with the lean, athletic Philip Shute whose recent spell of incandescent form continued. Despite the cloud hugging trajectory Philip achieves great distance, and accuracy too. Which is why his score will have been a good one, surely. David Moody made up our fourball and was generous to the ball seekers rummaging in the undergrowth. Despite his frustrating form though he remained in fine spirit throughout. No oaths were uttered. Occasionally his facial expression gave the game away though.
Indeed our lengthy round was devoid of expletives, the nearest being the introduction of the word “twerp”, as in “Oh, what a twerp” when one or two of Brian’s missiles went astray. Not a word heard often these days? Used to describe an idiot, twit, silly or annoying person, none of which were really applicable to Brian, except self critically it seems.
Delayed results(due to computer difficulties)finally confirmed that Philip had done well, to the extent of having his handicap cut, which is always encouraging. He strode to the rostrum modestly muttering “It’s a b—-y miracle.”
1st 36 Anne Mills
2nd 35 Sonya Foster
3rd 34 Isabella Rippinger
1st 39 Philip Shute (cut 0.9 to 14.7)
2nd 38 Bruno Schaeffer (cut 0.2 to 3.6)
3rd 38 David Millar (cut 0.6 to 15.2)
Recent weekend competitions have persuaded a handful of regular blue tee males to switch back to yellows, as they have every right to do. Either those responsible for placing the yellow logs are colour blind, in which case deserving of sympathy, or have a warped sense of humour, which is neither understood nor appreciated. It could, of course, be argued that having all four players on the same tee lends friendliness to the occasion but, in practise what happens is more dissent from those deprived of their rightful and necessary advantage, for which they have paid in shots. Perhaps a Local Rule could be written?
The finalists in all our Matchplay Competitions are now known and have until November 30th to decide which names go up on the clubhouse Honours Boards. It might be stretching things a bit to claim that everyone is agog and eager to see who wins but certainly it seems appropriate to draw some attention to the proceedings. First of all the finalists.
David Wilson v John Mills
Sylvia McGarvie v Monique Peters
Les Wicks & Bob Rainbow v Bruno Schaeffer & Frank Zelhius
Monique Peters & Dorothea Schmidt v Sylvia Robbins & Liisa Lindstrom
Impartially we can but wish them all good weather on their chosen day, their best form, and friendly enjoyment.
The local freebies have been full of Christopher and his “flat earth” theory by way of celebrating Thursday the 12 Clearly the man was not a golfer and had certainly never been to La Cala GC. A walk round Europa in particular would have quickly proven that his theory had no basis whatsoever.
Tuesdays tend to be a bit chichy, more because of time preferences, but come the weekend there is no choice. You get to play with whoever the captain/organiser decrees. Which is nice and brings the opportunity to see members you maybe don’t know so well. Having said which my buggy partner for the AM AM on Sunday 15th. hardly came into that category. From the same considerate driving school as George Kirk, David Gilchrist delivered me carefully wherever indicated whilst at the same time proving, as ever, an interesting conversationalist and a very sound exponent of our second choice game. So termed because I suspect we would both rather be still able to play tennis decently.
It was a glorious morning for playing golf, a meteorological subject which continued at an appreciative level as the day unfolded. Eighteen 4-balls took on America in search of no less than 6 prizes which, when work was done, and cards checked, went to the following teams.
My desktop calendar’s message tells me “Do it tomorrow – you’ve made enough mistakes for today.” Which is not easy for a ‘scribbler’ who discovers a new book of reference. In this case the MacQuarie Dictionary about which, until a few moments ago, nothing was known. In turn it has introduced me to a new word – phubbing – of which there is much evidence visible these days,, in restaurants, even our own clubhouse. It is a relief to be able to plead not guilty to this social sin.
Which is about as interesting as knowing the result of Faroe Islands v Latvia World Cup qualifier?
A Ladies Only event took place recently at Casa Lagerwerf, no less than 35 members attending. Photographs have come into the possession of the newsletter but selecting one or two might offend those not featured so, cowardly though it may be, photographic attention is drawn to just some of the food waiting to be consumed. It is reported that everyone brought something and nobody went home other than full. Apparently this event came under the heading of of a Cats’ Away party.
Our own Rain Goddess, former captain Pauline Hilliard, has issued a statement disclaiming any relationship to Ophelia, or offspring’s thereof. Scenes of Mother Nature’s naughty child in action attracted attention and caused concern for those with loved ones in
The storm which visited the Mijas area and, whilst noisy, well illuminated and prolonged, was nevertheless welcome and will have pleased reservoir managers, farmers, and golf course greenkeepers. If you had a finger in that pie, Pauline, well done.
Regular as clockwork David Evans has published the last statistical proof of quite remarkable consistency on the part of several players, but none more so than the marital team of Geoff and Laura Thompson. The figures below tell the story and, almost unbelievably, the identical arithmetical achievement. What are the odds against that ever happening again? Anyway, congratulations to two players who have fitted very well into our membership after their transfer from El Chaparral.
What should have been the peak of the Medal season, in terms of excitement and speculation, dissolved into a headache for Handicap Secretary David Wilson, Captain Peter Edstrom, and Flavio Papa. Information to date suggests that some players may have used the wrong tees and will therefore be disqualified. On the one hand everyone should know by now that Tuesday(Qualifying)Competitions are played off the plates. On the other hand the time sheet refers to “balls near the disc/plates”. For “balls” read “logs”. Where the fault lies remains to be determined and the outcome not known at time of writing. Sounds like there may be a few unhappy warriors out there? Plus an obvious need to re-word the time sheet?
Play was on Asia, Tuesday 17th, Rain threatened, skies were grey, a few lightweight sweaters to be seen. My personal 4-ball a most enjoyable collection of individuals. Rob Gardner was a first time playing partner, slight of frame but immensely powerful, as an eagle on the 16th was to show. A worldly Liverpudlian with a lovely sense of humour, as so many of them enjoy. He began immaculately and seemed destined for success until the surrounding mediocracy got to him a bit. This began to show on the 2nd where one who shall be nameless had three balls in play at one stage. A combination of vigilant searching, vast areas of GUR and the watching presence of Flavio and Ashley eventually reduced the number to a legitimate one, although the number of times struck was to set a pattern for that player’s day. The hole was also memorable for an enviable display of athleticism on Ashley’s part. Clearly annoyed by Chris Park’s decision to abandon his buggy either in protest or to save his life, Ashley sprinted the full width of the fairway to retrieve the vehicle and demonstrate, after a slide backwards or two, that there was no problem. “Sprinted” may be a bit of an exaggeration but for those of us who struggle to walk even, it was enviable.
Talking of which reminds me that hole 7 has now been roped off completely. Stakes firmly planted just beyond the ladies’ tee, wall to wall, and with taught rope at just the wrong height. Too low to duck under and, in my case, not for the first time in my life, too high to get my leg over. It happened in Dubai once, with a kneeling camel. Removing a stake enabled me to trespass and climb painstakingly to my patient ball. By the time I reached the green a cardiac arrest was quite on the cards. Nor was the torture over. The rotting, dangerous wooden steps up to the buggy path have been removed, but not replaced yet. Meanwhile a steep incline of shifting gravel covered in slippery pine needles. A nightmare for the infirmed. Dodgy for anyone.
It was not the first time to play with Chris Park but certainly the first to be driven by him in what can only be described as Gilchrist/Kirk manner. Their consideration for one’s increasing physical limitations is acknowledged and greatly appreciated. Mind you young Chris, another player of considerable ability, competitive but ever good natured, caught me on the hop with his mobile, suddenly suggesting a selfie and thrusting an empty beer can into my grasp at the last pre-shutter moment. Thus throwing into question my reputation for never eating or drinking whilst playing. You are naughty Chris, but I like you!!
It has since emerged that the two winners were Anne Mills and doughty Les Wicks, each with nett 75 and to whom trophies will be presented at the Captains’ Farewell Supper in December. Meanwhile congratulations to them both, not least for playing off the right tees.
Those not playing in the Medal Winners’ competition played a Stableford, also on Asia, which produced some good scores and a brand new Lady winner in Jackie Rainbow, whose 40 points saw her finish seven ahead of Diane Tomlin, and earned a cut of 1.2 to 17.0. Now that she and Bob are back for a lengthy stay we might expect to see her trotting forward for her bottle more often?
Hardly a new face on the block, Peter Penney, ever willingly to step forward for his bottle, and thoroughly deserved to with a 39 score line. His amiable and relaxed approach to other matters does not apply to his golf which remains demanding of his serious attention. Very well he continues to respond too. His cut was 0.9 bringing him down to 16.6, very respectable at his age!
One member who will never forget the day is Steve Tomlin who registered his first ever hole-in-one on Asia’s 17th. A 9-iron was his magic wand, his credit card another essential bit of equipment. As a fellow West Ham fan it could not have happened to a nicer fellow!
Once was the time when Management produced a glossy Newsletter, short on gossip but long on promotional content. Pictures of incoming Captains were an annual feature and, trolling through the archives, one was recently reminded of some still active amongst us today.
A big event in our annual calendar, which this year enjoyed beautiful golfing conditions throughout, and boasted 80+ players each day. Organised in a very efficient and friendly manner and thoroughly appreciated by those participating. However, on the downside it was blighted by two things. First the unavailability of 20+ members away on an untimely cruise, and secondly, the absence of several prize winners at the Finale Dinner which created a very embarrassing situation for Pedro, Flavio and their team. An anti-climatic end to the proceedings, which was a shame.
The first event of the week was the Bramble on Europa with players assembling in the car park in plenty of time for a change. Nothing to do with a mistaken end to British Summer Time. More to do with an unfortunate, but human typo. 0903 v 0930 !!
Come the end of play Flavio was assisted at the prize giving by Ashley Collacott who is not known for being shy of a microphone but did find some of the handwritten names hard to read, and then pronounce.
Thus ended the relatively light hearted and social start to the week.
Recognising a nudge when we get one it will be a relief for many to know that the detailed results for the week will not follow. Instead pictures of the prize winners with relevant captions. The repeated appearance of Flavio assisted by Murdo McCorquodale seems likely but will depend on Mr.Webmaster’s cropping skills.
Good job it wasn’t a quickstep or the field might have been even smaller? Nine flights displayed stamina beyond the call of duty after the demands of MFW as the Waltz format glided them round America in gorgeous weather on Sunday 29th. In the absence of this editor, and other usual camera crew members, we are indebted to Thomas Widegren for the following pictures.
Way back when Paul O’Callaghan was CEO of FBD he decided that it would be nice for the company to reward the Captains for their time and efforts during their tenancy of office. Later, following the untimely death of his successor, the Phillip Fitzsimons Memorial Trophy was born and has been contested annually ever since its birth in 2008. There are now 38 Past Captains (1998-2016) so the invitation to play and dine has been limited to those who are still active in the club. This year, on Monday the 30th., on Europa, 19 of them battled it out for the coveted trophy. In total there were 27 in the field, the difference made up by current Captain Peter Edstrom, Flavio Papa, and spouses of Past Captains, for whom there were separate prizes.
Conditions were perfect. Comfortable temperature around 22C, course in good shape, and only the fiendishly placed pin positions coming in for gentle criticism. Play was fast, most groups finishing in under four hours. Would that it was ever thus?
Spouse is a little used English word which somehow detracts from the person thus categorised? Not that Philip Shute bothered because he accumulated 37 points and was thus the “guest” winner.
Carol Rees, who really is on a hot streak at the moment, won the main trophy with 36 points, but only on handicap from veteran Iain Macaulay. Ron Chesterton was third with 35 so it was tight.
Participants reconvened for drinks in the hotel patio at 2000 before dining in the Restaurante La Terraza. The food was good, the wine flowed, inevitably, and everyone enjoyed the occasion. Bob Gordon and Carol Rees both spoke on behalf of the players in thanking Management for their hospitality.
First of all the encouraging news. September’s issue registered the most hits ever. Secondly an Editor’s Fan Club has been born. OK OK there may only be three members thus far, including Lilian, but it’s a start? Thirdly, although relegated to Any Other Business on the agenda, the recent Committee Meeting half discussed the newsletter and agreed that they would like it to continue! (Half discussed because some members left early to play in the Roll Up and thus missed AOB altogether.) Proposals as to how to improve things were not forthcoming. One negative comment suggested that repeating Tuesday results was un-necessary because comprehensive details will already have appeared on the web site 2/3 days after each event. Hard to argue? Long felt by the Editor but stark figures don’t tell you much about the day itself, or the prizegiving, or who got the hole-in-one?
Constructive or critical comment from readers would be very helpful. No need to pull punches. Remember, life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain. Another skill. Improvement.