Great to be in Norn Iron I thought as I crawled out of bed leaving the wife and a cold cup of tea. Sun blazing, sea blue, waves diminished. To the first tee, two practice swings, send the ball soaring down the fairway, short chip, simple putt-a birdie! What a way to start Christmas. So I donned the garb, found my tees, a new pristine ball. Flung open the front door-took in a lungful of crisp sea air. Five minutes later I had rejoined the wife with a microwaved cup of luke warm tea. It was freezing outside, the wind from the north, three pullover and a thick jacket weather. Golf can wait and the wife can bring the Guardian from Near Buy.
What a way to start Christmas. And no bloody mice to worry about.
