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thatblackravenclaw · 6 months ago

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Hello my love!(sorry if thats kind of creepy its judt my nickname for everyone)

Idk if you still do hp but can i get james potter staring at reader in class and she confronts him abt it and maybe smut or spice????

Ravenclaw!reader (fem!reader)

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Somewhere Only We Know

a/n: Hello there, darlin! I'm so sorry I'm just getting back to you a month later. My writers block has been vicious and I didn't want to give you something half-assed. I hope I did your ask justice :)

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James Potter x fem!reader (Ravenclaw)

warning(s): not proof read, fluff, reader is called little bird and birdie, light cussing, smut, public?, fingering

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The cauldron erupts bubbles in front of me, waiting for the final ingredient for today’s brew. There’s a gag stuck in my throat as I pick up the little vial filled with troll bogeys. I turn my head to avoid the slimy liquid drip out of the bottle. I unfortunately turn my head and make eye contact with James. His stare is unwavering and it’s almost as disgusting as the bogeys. His full pink lips are turned up into a smile and his big doe eyes are staring right into mine. I raise a quizzical brow before turning back to my cauldron. With five counter-clockwise turns, and a gold shimmer emerging from the pot, my invisibility potion is finished. I fill up the empty vial in my left hand and the ladle with the other to spoon in the clear liquid.

With the cork pushed in, I turn around and walk towards Slughorn’s desk. I can tell he’s recruiting for the Slug Club by the thankful look on Gwenog Jones’ face for a reprieve when she sees me walking in their direction.

“Excuse me, professor?” I tap his shoulder before I speak. Gwenog makes a swift, but discreet exit when he excuses himself to talk to me.

“Finished already?” He asks me with a smile.

“Of course.” I respond, with a proud, but humble expression.

“10 points to Ravenclaw for being the first to finish.” There’s a giddiness that bubbles through my body at the praise.

My eyes catch James’s again when I turn around to return to my station. He’s such a weirdo. Every time we’re in proximity his eyes are on me. Before my mind even registers it, I’m walking over to his station with an unwavering determination in each step. His eyes widen, but he quickly recovers. The shocked look on his face turns into a smug one in half a second.

“James, why must you insist on staring at me during class? It’s bad enough you do it in the halls, at Honeydukes, Slug Club parties, in the middle of a quidditch match. I can’t even escape your stares at common room parties. What do you want?” The irritation in my voice is not suppressed by my volume, low as not to disturb the others around us still working on their invisibility potions.

“Little bird-” He starts.

“I told you not to call me that.” Yet it still makes my heart palpitate, if only for a short while.

“Little bird,” I roll my eyes. “it is not a crime to stare. I just happen to be admiring one of the many beautiful wonders in Hogwarts.”

“Dream on, Potter. Weren’t you just flirting with one of your precious fellow Gryffindors in Muggle Studies not even an hour ago?” I walk away from him and back to my station to clean up. I sadly hear his footsteps not too far behind me.

“Someone sounds jealous.” He accuses in a calmish tone.

The bad part is I think he’s right. The worst part is, I know he’s right. He’s annoying, an ass, an extremely corny flirt, yet I don’t entirely hate when he’s around. He tells decent jokes and I enjoy the pranks he and his friends pull on Filch. It almost feels wrong to like him. I’d hate to be that type of girl that easily falls for a guy just because of a smile and the slightest bit of attention.

“Someone sounds delusional.” I refute.

“Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to clean up your stations and return Friday with Leech Juice, Shrivelfig Fruit, and Stench of the Dead for Thunderbrew. Oh, and Miss Jones, please see me after class.” Poor Gwenog could only escape the Slug Club talk for so long.

“I’ll be right back.” James informs me with haste.

His feet match the speed in which he spoke. He’s gone back to his cauldron before I get the chance to fully turn around. After putting my book and potion in my bag and casting the cleaning charm on the cauldron, I send it back to my room and turn to the door. I’m about two steps into the hall when I feel his presence right behind me yet again.

“James, this is borderline stalking. Don’t you have something to go blow up with your friends?”

He walks ahead and opens one of the double doors, letting me through without having to switch my books under one arm. I debate taking the floo flames near the arched opening at the end of the hall to get to my common room quicker, but there’s this feeling inside of me, a yearning, that wants to just keep walking.

“It’s only stalking if it’s unwanted.” He grabs my books and continues to walk next to me, forcing everyone else who was walking from the central hall. It’s not the narrowest hallway, but him and his strut insist on walking smack dab in the middle of the hall.

“I doubt that’s correct.”

We make a right and ascend the stairs to the heart of the castle. Only a few students litter around the found and near the staircases, indicating that some of us actually decided to go to class today or are in Hogsmeade to await detention when they are inevitably caught. Ferdinand spies on the students in The Three Broomsticks and runs (as far as a portrait can run any way) to the nearest professor to tell on us. I swear he’s worse than Peeves. I’m surprised no one has stolen his frame and placed him in Hog’s Head or burned him.

“Besides, who said your attention was wanted?” My tone holds a slight hint of teasing as I make another and continue to walk up 2 more sets of stairs.

“Possibly the fact that you haven’t used depulso on me yet.” I smile to myself, glad that he’s able to work with my wit.

“I wouldn’t be so harsh. You’re only a minor nuisance.”

I make the mistake of looking over to him and I am instantly hit with the curiosity of how he is still single. He’s the ideal boyfriend height, popular, funny, and caring. Some of his pranks are annoying, but they’re never with malice intent. I do slightly agree that this school needs to light up a little. And his hair, I mean, the most perfect set of loose curls you’ve ever seen. His round glasses enhance his attractiveness rather than a dork like I did my first few years here. Not to mention he smells amazing. Like coffee and eucalyptus with a hint of tobacco from the ciggies that he smokes.

“So you’re saying I have a chance of taking you out?” I pause my steps at the landing between the steps behind us and the next on my left.

“Now when did I say that?”

“You didn’t not say it.” I blink up at him once and again a few seconds later. Only him. My head leans down as I chuckle.

“Fine, one date. You have one date to impress me. This Friday after Magical Theory. Meet me at the boat house.”

I don’t miss his subtle fist pump to himself as I take my books from his right arm and walk up to the floo flames.

“Wait! Why the boat house?” He asks after I’ve told the floo to take me to the common room. I shrug.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a picnic date.” With a wave, I step in and let the flames take me where I directed.

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I caress the corduroy material of my skirt while gently swishing my feet in the water at the bottom of the wooden ramp. The sound of the tiny waves the water makes due to the slight breeze that’s running through. The sound of nearby trees accompany the water, tempting me to doze off until James gets here.

“I made sure to get one of everything from the kitchens.” I turn my head to see James holding a basket and a goofy smile on his face. It's small and sincere, yet still goofy.

“You’re abusing the elves. Pitts should put you to work considering how much you’re down there.” I return the smile before drying off my feet and putting my shoes back on and walking to him.

“He only makes you work if you’re there for detention.” Smug.

“Speaking from experience?”

I gently take his hand in mine and walk around to the outside where the extra boats are stored. We sit down, swinging our feet over the edge of the ground. The water isn’t high enough here to wet our shoes and we have a perfect view of the castle. That’s why I chose this spot. One would think that you’d be sick of looking at the place that you’re stuck at for almost 9 months out of the year, but I still find the beauty in it years later. I’ll miss this place dearly when it’s time to graduate.

“No. Maybe. Okay, fine. Yes, but only because I made that tiny puddle in the trophy room.”

“Ha, tiny puddle my ass! You flooded the whole room plus the hallways that surrounds it. I’ve never seen Filch that pissed off before. I was sure he was about to explode and tap into the power he was never given.” It’s hard for us to do much besides laugh as we recall the memory.

After a few “okay”’s and “okay seriously”’s, we open up the basket and take out the spread. More stories are told between the both of us as we let the world go on around us. I find out about his long lineage of Gryffindors and I tell him of my lineage of Ravenclaws. We grew up similar, with my family being a little more strict. Time seemingly flies by and it saddens me in an unfamiliar manner. A feeling I can’t place. I miss him? How can you miss someone who is still in your presence?

“Hey, where’d you go?” His serious tone startles me out of my thoughts. I look over to him and give him a lopsided smile.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I believe I have feelings for you, James Potter.” A sarcastic chuckle flows from my lips before I can stop it. “In one afternoon, you have somehow forced me to admit the impossible. Well, not the impossible. Not that it’s impossible for anyone to like you! I just didn’t think that I wou-”

He encloses my cheek in this palm of his hand and gently brings our faces together until our lips touch. I don’t resist and let my lashes kiss the apples of my cheeks as I sink into the kiss. It’s not a particularly long kiss. Short enough to have me silently praying to Merlin that it could have gone on longer. I chase his lips when he pulls away and my eyes flutter open.

“Why’d you stop?” I ask in a whisper.

“I want to show you something.” I look at him bewildered. He fails to notice as he rushes to pack everything up and help me up.

“Now?”

“Now.”

We’re back in the boat house and in front of the floo flames. I’m still trying to process how his lips felt on mine, smooth and pillowy soft. No rush and definitely better than the last person I kissed. I can’t believe he stopped. Didn’t even give me enough time to savor it. I don't realize that he had the flames take us to the greenhouses until I look up and see the giant wisteria tree that sits in the middle of the entrance. I give him a deadpanned, and slightly irritated look when I realize where we are.

“You stopped kissing me so we could come to the greenhouse? I love plants, but I preferred the other thing we were doing.”

“Hush.” He kisses me on the cheek and leads me down the curved steps closest to us and down the path to the greenhouse tree. It’s deeply rooted into the castle, so it sits in a small pool of water. What I never noticed is the stairway on the side that leads below ground.

We walk, a little faster than I intend, down the spiral stairs and passed an archway that reveals to be some sort of storage place, but also displays the trunk of the tree through glass windows.

“Godric, how did you stumble upon this place? It’s gorgeous! Wait, why are we here?” I touch the glass lightly in wonder that such a place has existed all this time and I never knew about it.

“Well, little bird, I figured that it was time for you to give your wings a rest. Here, come lie down with me.” I turn to find a set up of blankets and pillows and him nonchalantly sitting there as if this array of cushions has been here this whole time.

I follow his directions and sit down next to him. My head finds a home on his shoulder and I watch the water bubbles float to the top. Now that I have calmed down, I’m glad he took me here. It's quite gorgeous. Right as I get comfortable, he shifts up and moves behind me. With one leg on either side of me, he pulls me closer to his chest.

“You okay there, Mr. Potter?” I put my arms on the outside of his bent legs, letting my hands rest on his knees.

“Perfect.” The tips of his fingers lightly trace up and down my arm. My eyes close on instinct. I lean back into him and let my body focus on the one sensation, sighing as I do so.

“Is there a reason you were so reluctant to go out with me?”

My heart takes a hit at his question. A question I’m not sure how to answer without saying bitter or pathetic. A question that I don’t know the true answer to.

“I mean, you’re James Potter. One of, if not the most popular guy in school. You run around with your friends pranking anyone and everyone. No offense, but why would I take you seriously about wanting to go out with me? We’re on different calibers and just by recalling what you told me about your family, you guys don’t venture outside of your houses when it comes to the romance department.”

He’s quiet, and it makes me nervous. Did I deeply offend him? Is there going to be another date after this? Did I completely fuck everything up? His hum interrupts my internal spiraling.

“Well, you got me there. Everything you said is true,” His hand begins to trace the top of my thigh, inching closer to the inside. I subtly, but slowly open them up. I don’t know why, but I assume my body does. “However, that has nothing to do with you and my feelings towards you.”

He traces the apex of my thigh. Starting at my knee, down to the crease that joins my thigh and hip, and back up.

“We’re both equally popular, so I’m not sure that was a mark against me.” I open my mouth to rebuttal, but he beats me to it, “You may not know it, but you, my dear, are very popular.”

My skirt has now become a mini with the opening of my thighs pushing it up. The tip of his middle finger skirts the hem of my underwear. It’s such a simple touch, not even touching anything truly intimate, yet I gasp in pleasure at it.

“James,” I lightly huff.

He ignores what sounds as a plea and proceeds to gently push down on my clit. “As for the other things, I heard that girls like funny guys. It seems you do since I’ve caught you laughing a time or two whenever I set off fireworks in the Great Hall or throw a dungbomb in Charms.” The circles he draws causes my back to arch and push myself more into his hand.

“As for my family, I happen to not be like them. I prefer to venture out and experience more.” He finally slips his hand inside of my underwear and makes contact with my clit bare. His finger slides in between my inner lips and collects the already formed arousal, then he brings it back up to continue circling my clit.

“J-James,” The air thickens in my throat. I gather any air I can, but the sensation from him touching me makes that more important than breathing.

With my hand on his, I direct him further down to my entrance and ease his middle and ring fingers inside of me. The thrusts are slow, but deep. Each whimper that escapes my lips becomes prominent after the last. I have to fight the urge for my thighs to close around his hand. The palm of his hand rubs perfectly against my clit when his fingers switch from pumping pressing up against the squishy part inside of me that causes a pornographic moan to fill the room.

“Such a good girl, birdie. Come on, cum for me.” His fingers return to my clit, with a little bit more pressure, completely undoing me.

My thighs entrap his hand and I hold on to his arm. His coos and praise help ground me after a few minutes. I’m eventually able to relax my thighs and let go of his arm. He whispers a “good job” in my ear before softly pecking my cheek. When my clit stops throbbing, he pulls his hand out of my underwear, revealing my cum completely blanketed over his fingers and thinner layers scattered on his palm.

“Is my attention still unwanted?” I can feel the smirk from a mile away. I turn around and softly connect our lips before responding.

“Yes.” I tease. Our lips are a mere centimeter apart, letting mine brush against his as I speak.

“You make the prettiest moans, you know that?” My eyes widen and I turn my head to the side to avoid eye contact, closing mine in embarrassment at his words.

“Hey,” with a gentle hand he makes me face him again, “can I hear some more?”

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shadowredfeline · 6 months ago

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Here's a drawing based on my friend’s video.

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Shadow is playing Golf with Luna and Deev @lunakittyfox and @deevdarabbit

When Shadow got himself a birdie or par, Deev was taking his turn, he wanted to get a par, but ended up getting a bogey instead. Deev felt upset that he got a bogey, Luna freaked out and got her pistol out thinking Bogey like an enemy, but Deev told her it was just golf. So he took.d her to put the gun down and she done so and calmed down a little until the three of us went to our next hole.

Also, this was gonna be Deev’s 2nd present for his Birthday, but then I was a bit late and wanted to make it as a random drawing instead.

People I tagged @bryan360 and @murumokirby360

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bearterritory · 7 months ago

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Bears Climb Leaderboard At NCAAs

Eric Lee Cards Cal’s First Under-Par Round Of Championship Tournament

CARLSBAD – Freshman Eric Lee carded California's first under-par round of the 2024 NCAA Men's Golf Championships with a 2-under-par 70 and the Golden Bears climbed the leaderboard into 16th place on the second day of action at Omni La Costa's North Course. Cal improved upon its first-round score by eight strokes with an 8-over-par 296 on Tuesday, and, despite entering the clubhouse in 26th place at the end of the second round's morning wave, found itself within striking distance of the top half of the field by the end of the day. The Bears (304-296 – 600, +24) are just two shots behind 15th-place Stanford (+22) after 36 holes; the top half of the 30-team field after 54 holes advance to the fourth and final round of stroke play. Lee (+5) got hot in the middle of the second round, tallying four birdies in a six-hole span between holes 6-11. The performance helped Lee, who is tied for 40th, jump 85 spots on the individual leaderboard after struggling through a first-round 79 on Friday. Senior Sampson Zheng (+5) faltered down the stretch of the second round and is tied with Lee in 40th after 36 holes of play. Zheng birdied hole 2 and moved into the top 10 individually, but proceeded to card bogeys on six of his final 12 holes – including five in a six-hole span between 7-12 – on the way to a 5-over-par 77. Kuangyu (Tony) Chen (+11) posted Cal's second-best round of the day with a 1-over-par 73. It was a bounce-back effort for the redshirt junior after shooting 82 on Friday.

#Go Bears!#UC Berkeley #Roll on you Bears #Cal sports #This Is Bear Territory #Go Bears #California athletics

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marimoth1012 · 9 months ago

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Ok here's a little maybird poll since we all keep missing the more active VS.every other fandom polls and for funnsies

I'll put a part two of this poll since there's a few other characters I think I should add

Also @may-birdy,do you think you could post this poll on your blog to reach more of the may bird fans please?also this is the first time directly addressing you so sorry for the short notice but hello!

#may bird and the ever after #may bird trilogy #may bird #may bird among the stars #may bird warrior princess #may ellen bird #pumpkin #beatrice #Fabbio #lucius #somber kitty #lady of the north farm #evil bo clevil #all may bird characters #polls #tumbler polls

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scotianostra · 6 months ago

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On July 18th 1999 Paul Lawrie won the Open Golf Championship at Carnoustie after a three-way play-off against Jean van de Veldt of France and Justin Leonard of the US.

Before I say any more, like Sandy Lyle in 1985, I don’t think that Paul Lawrie gets the credit he deserves for his win, more people remember it as the day a certain all but unknown Frenchman threw it away.

Carnoustie has long been recognised as one of Scotland's top golf courses but owing to the lack of infrastructure in the area - few hotels and inadequate access routes - the Open had not been held over the famous Tayside links since 1975. On that occasion Tom Watson won the first of his five Open titles and for many years it looked as if he would be the last “Carnoustie champion”. However with the necessary improvements made, the tournament was to return to what many consider the hardest of all Open venues in 1999.

After years of American domination, European golfers were now winning Major titles with regularity and a “home” success at Carnoustie would come as no surprise. Even so, few were predicting that Aberdonian Paul Lawrie, despite having two European Tour titles to his name, including success in the Qatar Masters earlier in the year, would be the man to claim the title!

Yet after one of the most dramatic endings in the illustrious 139 year history of the Open Lawrie, ranked 159 in the world and a 100-1 outsider when the tournament teed off, was lifting the coveted Claret Jug on the Sunday evening.

The week had not been without it's controversy.

Accusations (mainly, it must be said from disgruntled Americans) that the R&A and Head Green-keeper John Philp had combined to make the course too tough were denied by the governing body, but it's beyond dispute that the course was exceptionally difficult, with landing areas on some fairways down to 15 yards in width.

Few players were able to break, or even match, the par of 71 in the first three rounds, but despite the relatively high scoring, the scene was set for a dramatic last day.

Perhaps even more than “Paul Lawrie”, the name of Jean van de Velde will be associated with the 1999 Open Championship. The Frenchman was a comparative unknown in the golf world, yet as the only man to equal par, he led the tournament after three rounds, with Lawrie trailing some ten strokes back.

Lawrie was one of the earlier starters on the final day, but quickly moved up the leader board after posting an impressive 67, for a 6 over par total of 290. A good score certainly, but not one that he thought would ever be enough to challenge, especially as Van de Velde's nerve appeared to be holding and he reached the final tee still holding a three stroke lead, knowing that a double bogey six would give him the title.

Meanwhile, American Justin Leonard had recorded a final round 72, and he now joined Lawrie as leader in the clubhouse, on 290.

Out on the course, the drama was beginning to unfold. Despite a loose tee shot, Van de Velde was still in control, but he then put his second into the rough. Now his problems were mounting and the tournament was alive when he hacked his third into the burn.

Spectators and television viewers watched enthralled as he took off his socks and shoes, rolled up his trouser legs and prepared to try and play from the water, before sense prevailed and he took a penalty drop. In that environment, thinking clearly was almost impossible and the Frenchman eventually courageously holed a 7 foot putt - not for the victory that had looked so certain, but to join the Scot and the American in a four hole play-off.

The four holes selected were over the closing stretch - 15, 16, 17 and 18, with the first of them proving tough for all three competitors. Lawrie and Leonard had bogey fives, Van de Velde a double-bogey 6.

Pars for all three at the sixteenth left the situation unchanged, but when Lawrie and Van de Velde both made birdies at the 17th, the home favourite was now a shot clear of his rivals.

The pressure was now on Lawrie as he played the final hole, but he showed no sign of the strain as he produced another fine birdie to ensure that he became the first Scotsman to win Open in his native country since Tommy Armour's success at the same venue in 1931.

Lawrie has turned down the chance of playing in this week’s Open at Royal Troon, a quarter of a century on from his historic win, and says it wasn’t a difficult decision. He will prioritise the Senior Open next week, which, ironically enough, is back at Carnoustie, and the Seniors PGA the following week, which is played at the Trump International course just outside Aberdeen.

He explains: ‘I’m 55. Physically I’ve got a few problems with my back and my fee - as you can tell I’ve not missed a meal for quite a while - so I thought I couldn’t do three weeks in a row at that level. I’ve got more chance of winning at the Seniors Open, and the PGA the week after, than I have in the Open at Troon and I’ve always said that I’d never play a tournament that I didn’t think I had a chance of winning.

Hopes are high that wecould se our first Scottish winner in 25 years this week as Robert MacIntyre, winner of last weeks Scottish Open attempts to win his first Major, he is out on the course just now and is even par. Nairn golfer Callum Scott posted an even par round this morning, a great round in his debut Open, Scott is a talented amateur, whose consistency took him into the top 20 of the amateur world rankings, has been on a golf scholarship to Texas Tech just like his brother Sandy – a member of the winning Walker Cup side in 2019 .

#scotland #scottish #history #Golfer #Sporting history #The Open

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irishgolfadventure · 2 years ago

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Day Five Portrush to Rosapenna

Today we checked out of our hotel in Portrush. Lugged our bags out into the misty windy weather and made our way to Royal Portrush Golf Course just a few miles north up the coast. I’m getting used to driving on the opposite side of the road but Kim is not getting used to leaving the driving to me:-) Actually, she makes a great navigator along with our trusty GPS.

Royal Portrush was everything you would expect a past Open Championship course to be. And a future Open Championship course in 2025. The facilities were top notch. Lots of places to practice and plenty of things to buy in the Pro Shop. Ball mark was $17.50. Enough said. The bar and dining room were spacious and the staff was attentive and personable.

The weather was spitting rain and about 10-15mph winds. Our caddie’s, Tony and Syd, were older, experienced and affable. Full of stories about the last Open Championship and full of info about what has been going on at the course in preparation the next one.

Portrush is an exacting golf course. Get the ball off line and you’ll find yourself in trouble. Deep faced fairway bunkers and domed greens that will send you into more deep faced bunkers if your approach shot is slightly off target. The greens were lightening fast and with the wind blowing you could easily run through the green or come up short and down steep inclines if the wind was into you. Toughest hole for me was the par 3 16th. It played into the wind making a 180 yard carry 200 yards. Yes, I hit driver and escaped with a miraculous bogey.

The weather turned out to be better than expected. Along the coast, the weather changes dramatically throughout the day so we had rain, sunshine, rain and wind, sunshine and wind. Changing in and out of gear was something you just needed to get used to.

Today was my day but not Kim’s. Shot my best round of the trip, an 86. Kim chose not to keep her score but she hit some great shots just had a little trouble with consistency. She did out drive all of our foursome a couple of times! Speaking of our foursome, an interesting thing happened. It was one of those times when you say, “What were the odds?”. We were paired with the same two gentlemen that we played with at the Ardglass Golf Course! Now, what were the odds? Great guys and we had a wonderful time playing a second round of golf with them.

After calling it a day on the course, we drove to Rosapenna where we will be staying the next four nights. The drive might have been the most interesting part of our day. We must have driven through no fewer than 50 roundabouts on our 77 mile two and a half hour sojourn. The last 17 miles was on a road that was about the width of a standard car drive way if that. Kim kept her eyes closed most of the 17 miles. It was a beautiful drive as long as there were no oncoming cars and when there were then you were just thankful they passed without a collision! Maybe somewhat of an exaggeration but you had to be careful and slow down. The good news is we arrived safely and are looking forward to our stay.

Stats Summary

Score - 86/375

Holes Played - 18/72

Yardage Played - 6190/24,689

Lost Balls - 0/8

No. of Par or better - 2 birdies, 4 pars /3 birdies 12 pars

Steps - 14653/59,365

Miles - 6.37/26.24

Green Fees - $425/$1200

Caddie Fees - $75 plus tip/ $255

Tomorrow’s an off day and my back needs it! Will check back in tomorrow.

Blessings! gb

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