So, I ended up at Hedingham Golf Course the other day. Wasn’t really planned, you know? Just felt like I needed to swing a club, get outside my own head for a bit. Things had been piling up, work stuff mostly, felt like I was stuck indoors staring at screens forever.
Woke up that morning, saw the sun was actually out, and just decided, right, let’s do it. Dug out the old clubs from the garage, knocked off some dust. Haven’t played in ages, really. Threw ’em in the trunk, grabbed a couple of granola bars, and just drove over there.
Pulling into Hedingham, it looked decent enough. Typical kind of place. Parked the car, lugged the bag over to the pro shop. The fella inside was friendly enough, got me checked in pretty quick. Wasn’t too busy, which was nice. Paid the fee – always feels like a lot just to chase a little white ball around, doesn’t it?
Hitting the Course
Got myself a cart, didn’t feel like walking the whole thing. Headed to the first tee. Took a practice swing. Felt rusty. Whacked the first ball… well, it went forward, mostly. That’s a win in my book these days.
The course itself? It was alright. Pretty green, considering. Some spots were a bit patchy, maybe needed some water, but nothing terrible. Played the front nine, lost a couple of balls in the woods, naturally. Found one that wasn’t even mine. Score wasn’t great, but who’s counting? Wasn’t really the point.
- Fairways were okay, mostly.
- Greens rolled alright, maybe a little slow.
- Saw a couple of deer near the 7th hole, that was nice.
It’s funny, you know, why I even went. The week before, my boss had dropped this big project on us, totally shifted priorities. Messed up everyone’s workflow. Reminded me of this time years ago, working at this small tech firm. We had this manager, nice guy, but couldn’t make a decision. Changed his mind every other day. One week we’re building this feature, next week it’s scrapped, start something else. Drove us nuts. Morale was just down in the dumps. Felt a bit like that last week. Just needed to get away from the noise, you know? Swinging a club, even badly, felt like doing something concrete, even if it was just hitting a ball into a pond on the 12th.
Finished up the round. Felt tired, but less wound up, I guess. The back nine was pretty much like the front. More trees, more chances to lose balls. Managed not to this time, surprisingly.
Packed up the clubs, dropped off the cart. Didn’t hang around. Just wanted to get home. Hedingham? Yeah, it served its purpose. It’s a golf course. You hit the ball, you walk or ride, you find your ball (hopefully), you hit it again. Nothing fancy, but it got me out of the house, cleared my head for a few hours. Sometimes that’s all you need. Probably won’t rush back tomorrow, but glad I went. Did the job.
