Depart to Boston from Edinburgh
Blog to come
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Scotland 14th Day — July 12, 2008
The Trossachs National Park — Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond
To celebrate our anniversary in a more "romantic" fashion, rather than golfing — we take our long overdue trip to the Trossachs National Park, a mere half hour west of us. We drive through the quaint town of Callander and reach Loch Katrine, where we board the little steam ship "Sir Walter Scott" (who published his poem "The Lady of the Lake" in 1810, which was about this very body of water). The famous Rob Roy MacGregor was born on the banks of the loch in 1671, so this is considered "Rob Roy" country. About eight miles long, and one mile wide, it is the major water source of the city of Glasgow. It was a cloudy day, but the loch was a site to behold. Check out me bonnie video clip...
Me wee video of Loch Katrine
On the "Sir Walter Scott" steam boat
Loch Katrine
A wee tart enjoying the cruise
After our cruise, we hop in the car to venture to the west side of Loch Lomond (by the way—"loch" means "lake"), about a half hour south of Loch Katrine. We drive through the windy roads of the national park through "Dukes Pass" and happen upon a smaller loch called Loch Venachar, which is quite lovely, so I make me wee devil, Jonny pull the car over so I can snap a pic. Isn't it grand?
Loch Venachar
We finally get to the west side of Loch Lomond, and pass by many cars exiting the Loch Lomond Golf Club, where the Scottish Open is being played RIGHT NOW. I tell Jonny to please "look away" and keep driving (in the same way I must "look away" from chocolate and Scottish shortbread).
We finally arrive at our destination — the little town of "Luss" with a beautiful view of Loch Lomond (the largest lake in the Trossachs). We find a beautiful place to dine in the Lodge at Loch Lomond, facing the lake. I have lamb and a glass of cab, and Jonny has chicken....ahhh....a step up from my usual fish n' chips. It was yummy to say the least.
The wee town of "Luss"
View of Loch Lomond
The Lodge at Loch Lomond
Our "anniversary dinner" at the Lodge with a picture-perfect view of Loch Lomond
My dish -- lamb with spicy risotto (yummy)
A step above Scottish fare!
At the end of the meal, I notice some men at the bar in typical "Highland" dress -- kilts and all (very cute). So I go up to them and ask if I can take a pic with them, tart that I am. Of course, they don't mind -- and we all get-a-talkin'. Turns out they're attending a wedding at the Lodge, and they invite Jonny and I to sit down with them while they're taking a break from the reception. The guys talk golf, and before you know it -- we have an open invite to "Loch Ness" whenever we want -- and that includes being their guest at Royal Dornoch, one of the top rated golf courses in Scotland! (Jonny is thrilled). And since I was a wee bit sad at not making it up to see the monster, I am relieved that I will get a chance on our next visit to this beautiful land. The Scots are truly some of the nicest people in the world.
Again... me "tartness" comes in handy, and Jonny agrees. By the way, I asked the boys—and they confirmed it... Scots wear absolutely NO KNICKERS under their kilts!! (sly grin)
The wee tart with her "Highland" boys from Loch Ness
Back to the flat, as it's getting dark. We are melancholy on the way back, as we realize we must return to the U.S. in a couple of days, and our Scotland trip is soon coming to an end.
To celebrate our anniversary in a more "romantic" fashion, rather than golfing — we take our long overdue trip to the Trossachs National Park, a mere half hour west of us. We drive through the quaint town of Callander and reach Loch Katrine, where we board the little steam ship "Sir Walter Scott" (who published his poem "The Lady of the Lake" in 1810, which was about this very body of water). The famous Rob Roy MacGregor was born on the banks of the loch in 1671, so this is considered "Rob Roy" country. About eight miles long, and one mile wide, it is the major water source of the city of Glasgow. It was a cloudy day, but the loch was a site to behold. Check out me bonnie video clip...
Me wee video of Loch Katrine
On the "Sir Walter Scott" steam boat
Loch Katrine
A wee tart enjoying the cruise
After our cruise, we hop in the car to venture to the west side of Loch Lomond (by the way—"loch" means "lake"), about a half hour south of Loch Katrine. We drive through the windy roads of the national park through "Dukes Pass" and happen upon a smaller loch called Loch Venachar, which is quite lovely, so I make me wee devil, Jonny pull the car over so I can snap a pic. Isn't it grand?
Loch Venachar
We finally get to the west side of Loch Lomond, and pass by many cars exiting the Loch Lomond Golf Club, where the Scottish Open is being played RIGHT NOW. I tell Jonny to please "look away" and keep driving (in the same way I must "look away" from chocolate and Scottish shortbread).
We finally arrive at our destination — the little town of "Luss" with a beautiful view of Loch Lomond (the largest lake in the Trossachs). We find a beautiful place to dine in the Lodge at Loch Lomond, facing the lake. I have lamb and a glass of cab, and Jonny has chicken....ahhh....a step up from my usual fish n' chips. It was yummy to say the least.
The wee town of "Luss"
View of Loch Lomond
The Lodge at Loch Lomond
Our "anniversary dinner" at the Lodge with a picture-perfect view of Loch Lomond
My dish -- lamb with spicy risotto (yummy)
A step above Scottish fare!
At the end of the meal, I notice some men at the bar in typical "Highland" dress -- kilts and all (very cute). So I go up to them and ask if I can take a pic with them, tart that I am. Of course, they don't mind -- and we all get-a-talkin'. Turns out they're attending a wedding at the Lodge, and they invite Jonny and I to sit down with them while they're taking a break from the reception. The guys talk golf, and before you know it -- we have an open invite to "Loch Ness" whenever we want -- and that includes being their guest at Royal Dornoch, one of the top rated golf courses in Scotland! (Jonny is thrilled). And since I was a wee bit sad at not making it up to see the monster, I am relieved that I will get a chance on our next visit to this beautiful land. The Scots are truly some of the nicest people in the world.
Again... me "tartness" comes in handy, and Jonny agrees. By the way, I asked the boys—and they confirmed it... Scots wear absolutely NO KNICKERS under their kilts!! (sly grin)
The wee tart with her "Highland" boys from Loch Ness
Back to the flat, as it's getting dark. We are melancholy on the way back, as we realize we must return to the U.S. in a couple of days, and our Scotland trip is soon coming to an end.
Scotland 13th Day — July 11, 2008
Happy 9th Anniversary!
Kilmarnock (Brassie) Golf Club in Ayrshire and dinner in Troon
A long, challenging Open Championship qualifying links course with narrow fairways.
Blog to come
Kilmarnock (Brassie) Golf Club in Ayrshire and dinner in Troon
A long, challenging Open Championship qualifying links course with narrow fairways.
Blog to come
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Scotland 12th Day — July 10th, 2008
Visit to "The Famous Grouse" Distillery in Crieff and Glen Eagles Hotel and Golf Course
Still catching up with me blog. Look at July 5 & 6, as that is updated now!
Still catching up with me blog. Look at July 5 & 6, as that is updated now!
Scotland 11th Day — July 9th, 2008
Anstruther, Crail, East Neuk and 2nd day at St. Andrews, Kingdom of Fife
Blog to come.
Blog to come.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Scotland 9th Day — July 7, 2008
Crail Golf and Anstruther, Kingdom of Fife
Way behind on me blog, merely because we have been so busy enjoying this country,by the time the day comes to an end, I either sleep, or blog -- so I choose sleep. Tomorrow will be me blog catch up day. So in the meantime, watch the video of Jonny's 40-foot birdie putt on the 4th hole at Balcomie Links in Crail. (Tiger woods...watch out!)...
Way behind on me blog, merely because we have been so busy enjoying this country,by the time the day comes to an end, I either sleep, or blog -- so I choose sleep. Tomorrow will be me blog catch up day. So in the meantime, watch the video of Jonny's 40-foot birdie putt on the 4th hole at Balcomie Links in Crail. (Tiger woods...watch out!)...
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Scotland 8th Day — July 6, 2008
St. Andrews in the Kingdom of Fife
Left the flat at 8:00am to be in St. Andrews by 10:00am. We HAD to be there for the once-a-week, in-depth tour of the "Old Course." This tour is only run in the summer and on Sundays, when the course is closed to players, but open to the public.
We made it there a little past 9:00am with the help of "Miss Navi" — our name for the TomTom navigational device that Alistaire lent to us yesterday. It came in VERY handy, since it rained all the way there—and it she speaks in "British" english!
Yes, another crappy day. When we arrived at St. Andrews, the wind was blowing HARD, visibility was bad, about 55 degrees with horizontal rain — and it pretty much stayed that way the whole day. It was grueling, but worth it. Our guide, "Jimmy" (it seems like every other lad in Scotland is named, Jimmy) gave us a 3 1/2 hour tour of just about every hole of St. Andrews "Old Course." If you don't know it already, the Old Course is the oldest golf course in the world, dating back to 1506. Tiger Woods and Jack Nicklaus have both won the British Open here twice. Green fees are £130 to play the course (that's $260), so it would be a hefty expense if the weather wasn't cooperative. We'll see if the wee devil decides to part with that much money for a 4-hour bragging right (I'd rather he not, and say he did).
Our Guide "Jimmy"
Jonny in the "Road Hole Bunker"
In front of the Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St. Andrews
On the famous "Swilken Bridge"
Standing in front of the 17th Road Hole Tee Shot
Jonny in front of "Hell" bunker (yikes!)
The beach in front of St. Andrews where they filmed "Chariots of Fire" (Jonny will attempt to recreate the run on a later day, when the sun is out)
After the tour, and a much-needed lunch, we walk down the street towards the ruins of St. Andrews cathedral. It's all very ghostly and misty amongst the gravestones. It is 157 steps up St. Rule's tower, so we give it a go. Supposedly, it is the best view in St. Andrews....
St. Rules tower
Unfortunately, the view is covered in fog, so all we can see is the two church spires. We now know that we MUST come back on another day to see what this really should look like.
Our limited view atop St. Rule's tower
Down the street from the cathedral, we walk to the ruins of St. Andrews Castle. Not much of this 12th century castle is left, except a few walls...but what is left is marvelous. Apparently, the site of many sieges, mines were dug underneath the castle to defend it. I brave the underground visit to these mines, which at times you almost have to crawl through. Creepy, but fascinating.
In front on St. Andrew's Castle
The Lassie in front of St. Andrew's Castle
The mine underneath St. Andrew's Castle
Weary, we head back on the hour-and-a-half drive home, as we must return again tomorrow at 7:30am to be in Crail (which is south of St. Andrews), for a 9:20am tee-time. Whew!
Left the flat at 8:00am to be in St. Andrews by 10:00am. We HAD to be there for the once-a-week, in-depth tour of the "Old Course." This tour is only run in the summer and on Sundays, when the course is closed to players, but open to the public.
We made it there a little past 9:00am with the help of "Miss Navi" — our name for the TomTom navigational device that Alistaire lent to us yesterday. It came in VERY handy, since it rained all the way there—and it she speaks in "British" english!
Yes, another crappy day. When we arrived at St. Andrews, the wind was blowing HARD, visibility was bad, about 55 degrees with horizontal rain — and it pretty much stayed that way the whole day. It was grueling, but worth it. Our guide, "Jimmy" (it seems like every other lad in Scotland is named, Jimmy) gave us a 3 1/2 hour tour of just about every hole of St. Andrews "Old Course." If you don't know it already, the Old Course is the oldest golf course in the world, dating back to 1506. Tiger Woods and Jack Nicklaus have both won the British Open here twice. Green fees are £130 to play the course (that's $260), so it would be a hefty expense if the weather wasn't cooperative. We'll see if the wee devil decides to part with that much money for a 4-hour bragging right (I'd rather he not, and say he did).
Our Guide "Jimmy"
Jonny in the "Road Hole Bunker"
In front of the Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St. Andrews
On the famous "Swilken Bridge"
Standing in front of the 17th Road Hole Tee Shot
Jonny in front of "Hell" bunker (yikes!)
The beach in front of St. Andrews where they filmed "Chariots of Fire" (Jonny will attempt to recreate the run on a later day, when the sun is out)
After the tour, and a much-needed lunch, we walk down the street towards the ruins of St. Andrews cathedral. It's all very ghostly and misty amongst the gravestones. It is 157 steps up St. Rule's tower, so we give it a go. Supposedly, it is the best view in St. Andrews....
St. Rules tower
Unfortunately, the view is covered in fog, so all we can see is the two church spires. We now know that we MUST come back on another day to see what this really should look like.
Our limited view atop St. Rule's tower
Down the street from the cathedral, we walk to the ruins of St. Andrews Castle. Not much of this 12th century castle is left, except a few walls...but what is left is marvelous. Apparently, the site of many sieges, mines were dug underneath the castle to defend it. I brave the underground visit to these mines, which at times you almost have to crawl through. Creepy, but fascinating.
In front on St. Andrew's Castle
The Lassie in front of St. Andrew's Castle
The mine underneath St. Andrew's Castle
Weary, we head back on the hour-and-a-half drive home, as we must return again tomorrow at 7:30am to be in Crail (which is south of St. Andrews), for a 9:20am tee-time. Whew!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Scotland 7th Day — July 5, 2008
Argyll's Lodging and (Monty Python's) Doune Castle
Aye, it's another cold, gray day here in Stirling. Just for the heck of it, I decide to check out the temps in Indian Wells this week. If you multiply our outside temperature of 55˚ by two — then you get it... a scorching 110˚. If you don't believe me, check it out fer yerselves:
Scotland Temps and Indian Wells Temps (ouch!)
Alright, enough of that nonsense and on with the day. We begin with a morning tour of Argyll's Lodging — Scotland's finest surviving renaissance mansion. A 17th Century town residence built circa 1630 by Sir William Alexander, founder of Nova Scotia. He became Secretary of State for Scotland and was appointed the first Earl of Stirling. A nice tour, but the most fascinating thing I discovered there was a resident living within it's walls....one of the largest spiders this lassie has ever seen....eeek!
Argyll's Lodging (on a sunny day)
The inside of Argyll's Lodging
Mr. Big Spidey in Argyll's Lodging
After that, we strolled up towards the castle and stopped in the Church of the Holy Rude (Rude meaning "cross"). A 15th century church with magnificent stained glass windows and one of Scotland's rare, surviving, medieval open timber roofs. I will try to go to the service next Sunday -- apparently, it has the largest pipe organ in Scotland.
Inside the Church of the Holy Rude
Stained Glass in the Church of the Holy Rude
As we make our way back to the house for lunch, we pass a 1929 "Boys Club", so I must take a photo in front of it. Jon calls me a "tart", and I smile.
Where the boys are
The Tart near the Old Town Jail in Sterling
After lunch, we're off to the town of "Doune", which is 8 miles northwest of Stirling. It's still cold and rainy, but it makes for a perfect setting for my visit to the famous Doune Castle, where many scenes of "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" were filmed. Remember the "French Taunting" scene? Here's my very corny version of it:
I also took a wee bit of a stroll up the castle turret to see the view of the small village of Doune. The stairs were steep and it was a bit creepy inside, as I seemed to be the only visitor there and me wee devil, Jonny had not interest in my Monty Python obsession -- so he waited in the car (where it was drier). Here's me video (the end is messed up and scrambled, but I think it adds to the overall horror of it):
Wasn't that fun? On the way back home we stopped at the Deanston Distillery to take a pic. It was closed, but the whole block smelled of Scotch Whiskey.
JR in front of Deanston Distillery
We got hungry, so we stopped for some goodies at the local "Tesco" market. As we passed the long line at the cigarette counter, I just couldn't help but notice the EXTRA LARGE warning signs on the packs -- the ones that the customers waiting in line seemed to miss:
Wow ... £4.64 ($10) for a pack of killer cigs!
A LONG day, so time to go home and sleep.
Aye, it's another cold, gray day here in Stirling. Just for the heck of it, I decide to check out the temps in Indian Wells this week. If you multiply our outside temperature of 55˚ by two — then you get it... a scorching 110˚. If you don't believe me, check it out fer yerselves:
Scotland Temps and Indian Wells Temps (ouch!)
Alright, enough of that nonsense and on with the day. We begin with a morning tour of Argyll's Lodging — Scotland's finest surviving renaissance mansion. A 17th Century town residence built circa 1630 by Sir William Alexander, founder of Nova Scotia. He became Secretary of State for Scotland and was appointed the first Earl of Stirling. A nice tour, but the most fascinating thing I discovered there was a resident living within it's walls....one of the largest spiders this lassie has ever seen....eeek!
Argyll's Lodging (on a sunny day)
The inside of Argyll's Lodging
Mr. Big Spidey in Argyll's Lodging
After that, we strolled up towards the castle and stopped in the Church of the Holy Rude (Rude meaning "cross"). A 15th century church with magnificent stained glass windows and one of Scotland's rare, surviving, medieval open timber roofs. I will try to go to the service next Sunday -- apparently, it has the largest pipe organ in Scotland.
Inside the Church of the Holy Rude
Stained Glass in the Church of the Holy Rude
As we make our way back to the house for lunch, we pass a 1929 "Boys Club", so I must take a photo in front of it. Jon calls me a "tart", and I smile.
Where the boys are
The Tart near the Old Town Jail in Sterling
After lunch, we're off to the town of "Doune", which is 8 miles northwest of Stirling. It's still cold and rainy, but it makes for a perfect setting for my visit to the famous Doune Castle, where many scenes of "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" were filmed. Remember the "French Taunting" scene? Here's my very corny version of it:
I also took a wee bit of a stroll up the castle turret to see the view of the small village of Doune. The stairs were steep and it was a bit creepy inside, as I seemed to be the only visitor there and me wee devil, Jonny had not interest in my Monty Python obsession -- so he waited in the car (where it was drier). Here's me video (the end is messed up and scrambled, but I think it adds to the overall horror of it):
Wasn't that fun? On the way back home we stopped at the Deanston Distillery to take a pic. It was closed, but the whole block smelled of Scotch Whiskey.
JR in front of Deanston Distillery
We got hungry, so we stopped for some goodies at the local "Tesco" market. As we passed the long line at the cigarette counter, I just couldn't help but notice the EXTRA LARGE warning signs on the packs -- the ones that the customers waiting in line seemed to miss:
Wow ... £4.64 ($10) for a pack of killer cigs!
A LONG day, so time to go home and sleep.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Scotland 6th Day — July 4, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA! I hope everyone had a lovely 4th of July –BANG–
'Tis another lovely morning with puffy white clouds and blue sky, and we've risen rather late, so we decide to stay in town and finally visit our beautiful castle next door — Stirling Castle. But first, since it's so pretty out, I thought I'd show you a few pics of our flat.
The view from our bedroom window
The outside of our flat (what used to be the officer's barracks of Stirling castle)
The view north towards the Wallace Monument
Stirling Castle (and wee-devil) in the foreground, and our flat on the far left in the background.
We begin our visit to the castle by taking a very informative tour, which gives us the background and history of the marvelous structure. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, that it was a historically important fortification and the site of many sieges and battles over the centuries. It also sits on its high volcanic rock, visible for many miles in every direction. Quite impressive...
Volcanic rock below the south side of Sterling castle
King Robert the Bruce was the heroic King of Scots who secured Scotland's independence from England in the late 13th century.
The Palace and Bowling Green gardens
In front of the Palace
More of the beautiful gardens and castle palace
View of the William "Brave Heart" Wallace monument from the castle
Turrets of the castle's main entrance
Turrets and Bowling Green
A Stirling lassie
A Stirling lad
After a long walkabout the gardens and grounds, we walked the two blocks back to our flat— but in the wee distance I hear bagpipes. I race back to find Mr. Robert MacDonald playing the pipes. He had just finished up, but at my kind request (more like pleading), he plays another song fer me. Aye, it is music to me ears...
Video of Mr. Robert MacDonald, piper extraordinaire
On me way down to the flat, I stop by for a wee visit with our downstairs neigbors, Alistair, Sarah, and their sons, Joshua and Matthew. They were just finishing a BBQ in the yard, and it smelled yummy. Jon came down from the flat to join us, and we all had a swell time.
Our friendly neighbors
When my stomach started to growl, it was a sign to go into town for some grub. We decided on a restaurant/bar called "The Wall", and I tried me hand at Scottish "Haggis." It sounds horrible, but it is rather good. Especially if it is prepared on top of some mash and smothered in whiskey gravy. Yummy. We also shared some steak pie with chips and overdone veggies. After our big "Scottish" meal we trodded our way back up the hill (huffing and puffing), and prepared to call it a night. Except, I forgot ....I need to write this blog, so here I am. And now...I go to sleep.
'Tis another lovely morning with puffy white clouds and blue sky, and we've risen rather late, so we decide to stay in town and finally visit our beautiful castle next door — Stirling Castle. But first, since it's so pretty out, I thought I'd show you a few pics of our flat.
The view from our bedroom window
The outside of our flat (what used to be the officer's barracks of Stirling castle)
The view north towards the Wallace Monument
Stirling Castle (and wee-devil) in the foreground, and our flat on the far left in the background.
We begin our visit to the castle by taking a very informative tour, which gives us the background and history of the marvelous structure. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, that it was a historically important fortification and the site of many sieges and battles over the centuries. It also sits on its high volcanic rock, visible for many miles in every direction. Quite impressive...
Volcanic rock below the south side of Sterling castle
King Robert the Bruce was the heroic King of Scots who secured Scotland's independence from England in the late 13th century.
The Palace and Bowling Green gardens
In front of the Palace
More of the beautiful gardens and castle palace
View of the William "Brave Heart" Wallace monument from the castle
Turrets of the castle's main entrance
Turrets and Bowling Green
A Stirling lassie
A Stirling lad
After a long walkabout the gardens and grounds, we walked the two blocks back to our flat— but in the wee distance I hear bagpipes. I race back to find Mr. Robert MacDonald playing the pipes. He had just finished up, but at my kind request (more like pleading), he plays another song fer me. Aye, it is music to me ears...
Video of Mr. Robert MacDonald, piper extraordinaire
On me way down to the flat, I stop by for a wee visit with our downstairs neigbors, Alistair, Sarah, and their sons, Joshua and Matthew. They were just finishing a BBQ in the yard, and it smelled yummy. Jon came down from the flat to join us, and we all had a swell time.
Our friendly neighbors
When my stomach started to growl, it was a sign to go into town for some grub. We decided on a restaurant/bar called "The Wall", and I tried me hand at Scottish "Haggis." It sounds horrible, but it is rather good. Especially if it is prepared on top of some mash and smothered in whiskey gravy. Yummy. We also shared some steak pie with chips and overdone veggies. After our big "Scottish" meal we trodded our way back up the hill (huffing and puffing), and prepared to call it a night. Except, I forgot ....I need to write this blog, so here I am. And now...I go to sleep.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Scotland 5th Day — July 3, 2008
Jon's first day of Scottish golf!
Sean Adams, a golf professional and friend of Janette and Steve kindly picks us up at 12:30 for a day of golfing at Culcrieff golf course in Crieff, which is in Perthshire on the southern end of the Scottish highlands. Sean is so friendly and welcoming (as all of the Scottish people have been so far), and goes about spending his whole day with us...what a guy!
The drive takes about 1/2 hour and is very scenic. We go through the town of Muthill, which is quaint, but has some strange halloween-type effigies hanging about town. Sean says it gives him the willies. I agree.
A Muthill Pagan effigy
Earlier, when we were checking Weather.com, we thought we were going to have rain all day. As a matter of fact, it was marvelous weather. Puffy-white clouds, blue sky, slightly warm -- couldn't ask for a better day for golf.
Culcrieff is breathtaking. I'll let the photos (and video) tell the story...
Video of Jonny getting some pointers from Sean on the first hole (including me best Scottish brogue)
Jonny and our new friend, Sean
Carrying clubs... golfing the ol' fashioned-way
The bonnie banks of Scotland!
Make the putt...
This one too...
Me wee devil, Jonny
Sean's swing
Did he make par?
Picture perfect
Great swing...and....
Jonny scores! (and his golf wasn't too shabby, either)
THANKS SEAN, FOR A BRILLIANT DAY!!
Sean Adams, a golf professional and friend of Janette and Steve kindly picks us up at 12:30 for a day of golfing at Culcrieff golf course in Crieff, which is in Perthshire on the southern end of the Scottish highlands. Sean is so friendly and welcoming (as all of the Scottish people have been so far), and goes about spending his whole day with us...what a guy!
The drive takes about 1/2 hour and is very scenic. We go through the town of Muthill, which is quaint, but has some strange halloween-type effigies hanging about town. Sean says it gives him the willies. I agree.
A Muthill Pagan effigy
Earlier, when we were checking Weather.com, we thought we were going to have rain all day. As a matter of fact, it was marvelous weather. Puffy-white clouds, blue sky, slightly warm -- couldn't ask for a better day for golf.
Culcrieff is breathtaking. I'll let the photos (and video) tell the story...
Video of Jonny getting some pointers from Sean on the first hole (including me best Scottish brogue)
Jonny and our new friend, Sean
Carrying clubs... golfing the ol' fashioned-way
The bonnie banks of Scotland!
Make the putt...
This one too...
Me wee devil, Jonny
Sean's swing
Did he make par?
Picture perfect
Great swing...and....
Jonny scores! (and his golf wasn't too shabby, either)
THANKS SEAN, FOR A BRILLIANT DAY!!
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