What a glorious story indeed. On my trip "across the pond" in '91 our last day was at Southerness. We awoke to the sounds of a driving rainstorm. Young Bill demurred on the plans for the day (we were set to go off at 11 after the club's members had finished their Saturday medal event), and remained at the B&B sipping tea with the owner.
Mike Hughes, our pro/friend, and I drove to the course in the pouring rain,, arriving long before our tee time only to find a parking lot not filled but with 3 or 4 cars scattered about. Entering the pro shop we found 3 guys and the professional drinking coffee. "You must be Mr. Hughes," said the pro. "I thought that you were three." Yes, but one of us decided to pass on golf this day.
"You're not thinking of going out there are you?" asked one of the members, coffee mug in hand and contented smile on his face. "We didn't fly all the way over here to lay up," I responded, and new Gore-tex bucket hat in place off we went. Rain so hard that the cups were filled with water. But a true links pleasure, still playing hard and fast. Horizontal rain drops that hurt into the wind. Mike (a silly American mind you) thinking that the umbrella he had been carrying for these past eight days might serve some use -- only to watch it destroyed in the wind... I suppose it might have been useful if he was trying to Mary Poppins-it from Southerness north to Turnberry. Crushed drives into the wind traveling 125 yards. Crazy winds, and rain that never stopped. A truly great way to end a 9-day odyssey of 17 rounds of golf, two ferry rides, more than a few pints, and memories to last a lifetime.
As always, brought to mind by the epic prose of my internet golf friend Mr. Pennell.
What a glorious story indeed. On my trip "across the pond" in '91 our last day was at Southerness. We awoke to the sounds of a driving rainstorm. Young Bill demurred on the plans for the day (we were set to go off at 11 after the club's members had finished their Saturday medal event), and remained at the B&B sipping tea with the owner.
Mike Hughes, our pro/friend, and I drove to the course in the pouring rain,, arriving long before our tee time only to find a parking lot not filled but with 3 or 4 cars scattered about. Entering the pro shop we found 3 guys and the professional drinking coffee. "You must be Mr. Hughes," said the pro. "I thought that you were three." Yes, but one of us decided to pass on golf this day.
"You're not thinking of going out there are you?" asked one of the members, coffee mug in hand and contented smile on his face. "We didn't fly all the way over here to lay up," I responded, and new Gore-tex bucket hat in place off we went. Rain so hard that the cups were filled with water. But a true links pleasure, still playing hard and fast. Horizontal rain drops that hurt into the wind. Mike (a silly American mind you) thinking that the umbrella he had been carrying for these past eight days might serve some use -- only to watch it destroyed in the wind... I suppose it might have been useful if he was trying to Mary Poppins-it from Southerness north to Turnberry. Crushed drives into the wind traveling 125 yards. Crazy winds, and rain that never stopped. A truly great way to end a 9-day odyssey of 17 rounds of golf, two ferry rides, more than a few pints, and memories to last a lifetime.
As always, brought to mind by the epic prose of my internet golf friend Mr. Pennell.
My Sunday reading infusion completed. Now back onto Wordle.
amare is appropriate in many way. Another gem, the course & the prose✔️
Sometimes we forget the special places we play on