The strange thing about the game of golf is how much we are all conditioned to conform to certain ‘norms’. What I mean by that is that there are things we always do, like playing off the same tees every week, or using a full set of clubs, along with various other accepted expectations of how we should play the game.
With the arrival of spring, I always look forward to lighter evenings and the opportunity to go out for just a few holes at the end of the day after picking my son up from school. The joy I get from playing a quick six holes as the sun is setting, on an often quiet, deserted golf course, is truly magical. It is also heightened by the fact that on these occasions I often choose to play from different tees.
