Ah, the peculiar joys of winter golf. And I’m not talking about the benign winter golf I’ve experienced in England, France or even Scotland, where you can improve your lie on the fairway. That’s child’s play. Here in Oslo, only the insane continue golfing after the winter takes hold and the meek midday sun is like a pale shadow of its former self. Why are we here? Joints creak, toes go numb, the wind howls, scarves keep getting in the way and the swing stiffens. But we mustn’t forget the positives.
First, those ugly low runners that mar most rounds are the perfect shot. Your Pinnacle will skip and slide down the rock hard, frozen fairway like a miniature bowling ball to get you within a pitch and a putt for eagle on a par five. Never mind that you will never be able to pitch it anywhere close, as the ball will clack on the concrete green like a marble dropped on a sidewalk and take off sky high, unpredictably in any direction, even after the best of swings. Second, it’s impossible (if it’s cold enough) to actually go into a water hazard – instead you ricochet across the ice or bounce cleanly out on the other side. The hazard is your friend, use it like a backboard. Third, your score doesn’t really matter. Relax, remember that you came here to pretend you are playing golf. Have fun. If you’re like me you will be doubled over laughing at all the crazy bounces. Enjoy the moment. Even explore the possibilities for winter golf photography (interesting surroundings, interesting light). Because after today’s hypothermia, you’re bound to be in bed tomorrow with a severe cold, looking through your photos and maybe even writing a blog post.
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