Typical post Fish winter day. Sunny and still and the mountains covered in snow. So I could play on one of the world's greatest courses with not another golfer in sight on this magnificent links . Not true of the No 2 course which was surprisingly crowded with a number of wheezing, shrouded figures scratching their way round with wild cries of 'Fore!' as they practiced saturation bombing in the Rumsfeld manner with little care for collateral damage. Fortunately they were no threat to me protected by towering sand dunes and impenetrable gorse. One tiny aggravation as I was stalked by a large Alsatian and its owner hunting for golf balls. It came a bit close in search of booty but a threatening gesture from my new super putter drove it back into the bushes in persuit of easier prey.
It is now hissing down and the snow has gone from Slieve Donard. I'll take my camera next time and prepare a mini photo guide so as you can eat out your collective hearts.
