TIGER, TIGER....

Analysis..from our Golf Correspondent

`Tiger, tiger burning bright,in the forests of the night.

What immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry?`

So wrote William Blake, who could have been writing about a certain Mr. Woods....but most certainly not our Snopper, whose return to the Poult Wood links yesterday saw his scores reduce yet again. The score for his round was down to a sobering 95 but perhaps just as encouragingly, the lost ball count was a mere two, as a result of flirting too closely with the ponds which abound the course.

Last week Snopper lost it big time over the last three holes. This week, despite the onset of a little weariness, he was determined to hold it all together (if you`ll pardon the expression) and finished par, par, one over for the challenging last three holes. A small gallery of schoolboys on their Easter holidays were witness to the final flourish on the 18th and whereas last week peels of laughter could be heard from the onlookers, this week there were nothing more than a few muffled guffaws.

Progress indeed, especially given the daunting nature of the course:-

Sadly, other commitments will prevent Snopper from playing again for another three weeks, but this will give him time to clean his clubs and reflect on where improvements might be made to his all-round game. I would suggest as a minimum that he takes a close look at his tee shots, his iron play, his chipping and also his putting.

He might also like to invest in some new golf balls, rather than continuing to rely on the `lake` balls retrieved some years ago by a now departed Golden Retriever named Rupert, who was especially trained for the task. Maybe the Kent Dyslexic Golf Ball Company (above) could help.