Disaster nearly struck when the barman of the rather spartan clubhouse revealed that they were not in possession of a Laser/Visa machine, and that Cash Was King. We scraped together enough notes and coinage to gain us passge through the 18 holes, self-imposing a slight discount from the actual price, to which the barman failed to react negatively.
As per usual, my play was utterly appalling, going round in 132 shots, but the course was a pleasant one. Conquer refused to get dragged down, thankfully, posting a brace of birdies - huzzah! A beeline was made for The Fair City afterwards, and after dropping the Conch Shell off, 'twas off home to The Lighthouse for epic chillage.

Newbridge Wateriness
Contentment : 16 / 25
Excitement : 2.5 / 10
Memorability : 3 / 15
Overall Score : 43% (51st out of 169)
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