Fergus Bisset: A rest is as good as a change

The snow has finally gone and Fergus can return to the links, but what will the weather-enforced layoff have done to his golf?

Two days ago I woke to a glorious sight – grass. The snow that’s been plaguing the north east for the last three weeks finally abated meaning we could all begin to get back to normality. For normality read golf.

Yesterday’s Alliance was at Murcar Links, (I have to give the course its full title because I was criticised by a member for referring to it as merely “Murcar” in a recent article.) Anyway, my hopes weren’t particularly high for Murcar (Links) as, before this week, I hadn’t lifted a club for over 20 days.

It’s a cliché, but I’ve often heard and read that sometimes a break from golf can reset your game in a positive way. You forget all the ludicrous technical tweaks you’d been attempting to work into your swing and get back to playing naturally.

The cliché proved to be quite accurate for me yesterday. After a slowish start including a double bogey at the second (ball in bush plus missed two-footer,) I began to hit the ball rather nicely. From the sixth hole onwards I played regulation golf, finding fairways and greens. In fact, on the back nine I found every green in regulation – often in quite close proximity to the pin. Unfortunately I two-putted every single one as countless birdie chances went west.

It’s strange how easy it is to miss six and seven foot birdie putts. If those putts I had on the back nine yesterday had been to save par, I’m certain I would have canned a few of them. But, when the back of your mind is telling you that a two-putt for par would be quite acceptable, tiny synapses send a subconscious message to your arms and hands to do whatever it takes to leave the ball in the jaws or prod it just past the lip.

Had I managed to bag a couple of putts on the run for home I could have won the event. As it was, I ended the round with a 73 in a tie for second place, (the winner scored 71.) I’m not complaining. I’m actually fairly delighted finishing tied second. On the first tee my main objective was simply finishing.

Something else I think helped me yesterday was my group. Stewart has been working at Glenshee ski centre while the snow has been making golfer’s lives difficult and none of our other regular partners were around. So I made up a three ball with two chaps I didn’t know – Steven and Arthur.

When I play with people I don’t know I always want to put on a decent showing. Yes, it’s because I’m vain. If I’d been playing with big Stu, my round may have gone in a very different direction when I was four over through five holes. I would probably have given up and let things slide further – cursing and moaning all the way. But, yesterday my pride forced me to grind it out, stay positive and reclaim a little fame.

I’m going to try and take the mentality I had in yesterday’s game to Duff House Royal next week. Stewart should be back, but on the first tee I’m going to pretend I’ve never met him - shake his hand and exchange pleasantries about the weather, what club he comes from and who he thinks might win the Accenture Matchplay.

Fergus Bisset
Contributing Editor

Fergus is Golf Monthly's resident expert on the history of the game and has written extensively on that subject. He is a golf obsessive and 1-handicapper. Growing up in the North East of Scotland, golf runs through his veins and his passion for the sport was bolstered during his time at St Andrews university studying history. He went on to earn a post graduate diploma from the London School of Journalism. Fergus has worked for Golf Monthly since 2004 and has written two books on the game; "Great Golf Debates" together with Jezz Ellwood of Golf Monthly and the history section of "The Ultimate Golf Book" together with Neil Tappin , also of Golf Monthly. 

Fergus once shanked a ball from just over Granny Clark's Wynd on the 18th of the Old Course that struck the St Andrews Golf Club and rebounded into the Valley of Sin, from where he saved par. Who says there's no golfing god?