My Oh My!
After a great British breakfast of porridge, eggs, croissants, bacon, cereal, toast, juice and cappuccino, we were off to Carnoustie, about 45 minutes north of St. Andrews. Friday the temperature reached the 80's; today only 55!
Site of Ben Hogan's only British Open victory, we were expecting to be humbled and chastised. But, in the best American tradition, we stepped up and hit driver whenever we could with no regard to the consequences. Once again, heading to the first tee we held tightly to even par and once again, we were paired with two great English bloaks from Norfolk, Kevin and Paul. We had a terrific time!
Carnoustie has bunkers from Hell - some front walls exceeding 10 feet in height. And, they're everywhere, or, at least everywhere we were! There was plenty of wind and heather for the taking and it was a good thing that for much of the time we didn't know how much trouble awaited us down the fairways.
In fact, we played damn well; Bruce birdied 2 consecutive holes and we rolled in some long putts to boot! We teed off at just after 3:00 p.m, and finished at 8:00 p.m., with plenty of light to spare.
Then, back to St. Andrews and Dunvegan's bar for burgers, beers and an Ardmore 12 year and a Benromach 10 year old. Perfect ending to another perfect day!
Tomorrow, Sunday, off to Crail to play both courses, 36 holes.
Bruce and Scott
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