The Home of Golf

Just a 90 minute drive with some factory outlet stops on the way. I suspect another brooch was purchased just hours after the Springsteen decision. I need that overtime shift on the 13th.

We made our way to St Andrews. It is nothing like I imagined but I would hit the 1st fairway (although the guy we watched missed the course). I would almost drive the 18th, and I would also put my tee shot on the 17th straight into the hotel. The valley of sin looks less scary than on TV. The Tom Watson chip in spot looks different,  but the green of the Road Hole looks impossible. 

We did a 1 hour walking tour. Would I play the course? Probably not. I need trees on a course.

We had lunch in the clubhouse. At last, proper chips. Yeah, I know I said no more chips, but what can you do?

We decided to wander around town, ignoring all of the golf shops, and seeing one last church and one last castle.

A short drive to a small town somewhere between St Andrews and Edinburgh. A ham roll and pepsi for dinner (a new low for me) and it's now 10pm. I suspect an alarm going off tomorrow as we have car returns and trains to catch. 

Late addition. I really need the Mars Bar near the fridge.