I got the call I’d been waiting for this afternoon, my irons had arrived.
A quick phone call to my boss, and 15 minutes later I was standing in the pro shop of my club looking at my new clubs.
Although it was getting dark and there were heavy showers coming and going, I couldn’t resist going out for 45 minutes and hitting some balls.
I hit a few 7 irons, and then moved onto my 5 iron. I gave a spontaneous reaction when I hit my first 5 iron and felt it coming off the clubface and rising, straight as an arrow, into the February gloom. The reaction rhymed with clucking bell, I won’t go into any more detail.
I then hit 21 pitching wedges from 100 yards out, 15 of them went within 10 feet of my target. There were a couple of squiffy ones in there, however the squiffy ones all had the same cause of squiffyness, so I reckon that’s a swing mechanic I need to work on.

I’ve put myself down for 36 holes on Sunday, I’d never normally do that in February, but I like the feeling I get when I hit these irons so I want to do it more often.
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