Golfing with my family

by Laurel Jones

This story is part of our 'Embarrassing Golf Stories' series, featuring tales from luxury hotel guests which were sent in for our travel writing competition.

Photo by Dru Bloomfield.


I really enjoy spending time with my family and on one particular occasion was asked if I would like to play a game of golf with my mum and stepfather. Not being a great golfer, I relished the opportunity to improve on my basic skills and looked forward to the day.

It was an early morning experience, magpies warbling, slight mist on the greens, sun just shining through the trees and promise of a beautiful day. There I was all ready for action. We took off from the first tee and I was progressing along nicely, I thought, until we got to our first green.

Being a novice and not savvy with the protocol of golfing I didn't take too much notice of what was going on, concentrating instead on perfecting my newly acquired skills of gripping and following through.

My turn on the green came and just before I putted my ball towards the hole with great anticipation, something caught my eye. Hmmm, something bright and shiny. Instead of putting, I leapt towards the shiny object and lo and behold it was a $1 coin. I held it aloft and proudly announced my find... much to the horror of my stepdad who had placed it there to show where his ball lay.

Needless to say I was never asked to play golf again.

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