We played Oakleigh on the coldest day imaginable Tues 22 at the crack of dawn. We rode all the way from Buttonwood and were pop-sickles upon arrival at the course. One gal's driver went airborne as her cold fingers lost their grip on the club, and the club went head over handle, right past my noggin. As you know, I have limited vision, and stood admiring the view, unaware of the missile, as it breezed by my ear. Fellow golfers were rooted to the spot, unable to say a word as my guardian angels earned yet another award
I will add, I was waaaaay back from the tee.