A weekend at Bjørnefjorden Golf Club
Everyone from the west coast of Norway knows that the last half of this summer has been abysmal with torrents of rain. I’ve rarely heard the word “opplett” (meaning “no rain or snow or sleeth or hail or anything else falling from the sky just now”) beeing used so frequently as during the last two months. Mostly it’s been said with longing but on the rare occasion I’ve also heard it said with relief. Yesterday it was said with longing but this morning it’s mostly been relief.
This is the weekend of the Senior Club Championship at Bjørnefjorden Golf Club. I’m working as a tournament director and get to spend two days at the club house. It’s fun and a little hard. It’s definitely hard to get up at 0640 in the morning just to get in the car and drive to Os, and it’s fun spending time with the people at the club. At least there’s only about 25 players in the competition, so I get home in well before dark. Still, it’s the greenkeepers I admire. They’re up before anyone else and work hard to keep the course in playable shape despite all the rain.