We recently teed it up at Miramar for the Ashley Creswell Tournament, a day that reminded me (yet again) why golf has such a funny way of keeping us grounded.
After the front nine, we were feeling quietly confident. The golf was solid, and we were sitting nicely within contention. You know that feeling — when you start doing the maths in your head and thinking maybe today is our day.
And then… golf happened.
The back nine wasn’t our finest work. Shots that had behaved beautifully earlier suddenly had minds of their own, and the wheels well and truly fell off. It’s amazing how quickly momentum can shift in this game — one hole at a time, confidence slipping away just as fast as it arrived.
But here’s the thing: despite the scorecard not telling the story we’d hoped for, the day was still full of wins.
We managed to snag nearest the pin (always a satisfying little victory), and luck was on our side in the raffle, sending us home with two lovely bottles of wine. Not a bad consolation prize at all.
More importantly, the day was a great reminder that golf isn’t always about the leaderboard.
It’s about the conversations between shots.
The laughs after the bad ones.
The shared eye-rolls when putts lip out.
And the people you’re lucky enough to walk the fairways with.
I wouldn’t change my partner in crime for anything. Because at the end of the day, those moments — the imperfect rounds, the shared experiences, the stories you take home — matter far more than where you finish.
Golf doesn’t always reward you with a trophy. Sometimes it just gives you a reminder of why you play in the first place.
And honestly? I’ll happily take that.
