Today being Sunday and all, Meg's and my inner yuppie compelled us to make for the nearest golf course. Turns out there happens to be one, or six, right down the second of St. Andrew's three roads. (or maybe it was the third...) Either way, we turned some sort of corner and ended up on the 18th green of the Old Course.
The ridiculous thing is that on Sundays, they actually close the Old Course down and you can
walk it. Seriously, it was us, tourists, and old ladies with dogs just traipsing up and down the ancestral home of golf.
The cool thing is that the six courses are packed pretty close to each other, so while we were walking down the Old Course, people were playing on one of the other courses right next to us. I'm sure they really loved us walking next to them as they lined up shots and then stopping to watch them try and make their strokes. It also probably didn't help that I would turn around to face the non-existent crowd and hold up the imaginary "quiet please" signs...
After we walked about five holes, though, I witnessed my first instance of Scotland's weather changing on a dime. As we were coming out from the heather, the rain drops started falling and the wind picked up from the bay. At that point we decided to head back to civilization and a bit of light libation. I think the next two pictures accurately sum up the weather change...
Meg told me about this little pub that was right on the Old Course and was a famous hang-out for golfers and caddies. The Jigger Inn was a delightful sanctuary from the impending weather, and had some lovely beverages and smoked salmon.
After our little walk, we made stops at the local Tesco, butcher, and cheesemonger to put together a typical British meal. (more on that later) For now, we're resting comfortably after a nice day's walk and are looking forward to a quiet evening in with tea and strumpets. (that was for all you Dumb and Dumber fans out there. you're welcome)
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