First tee, 10 am Thursday morning.
Second shot, from between bunkers on left. Mike shot 77, with the last three holes in pouring rain. Weather's changeable here.
From wall, one of dozens of gatherings photographed.
Most of the trophies are silver. But as we are in Wales, there are dragons?
What's better than a Louise Penny murder mystery and a tea on a misty mid-60's Welsh afternoon?
Janie and Mary, two dynamite ladies sharing the bar/ocean view seating area with me at Royal Porthcawl. Talked of 30,000 windmills in the Bristol Channel, Curran furnaces, renewable energy, The Villages in Lady Lake, Egypt massacre, elected officials, Midland, and on and on. May our paths cross again soon.
Mike and I walking east towards Porthcawl village. Dramatic coastline.
Looking back, pro shop and clubhouse are buildings on the left. Kite surfers and wave surfers.
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