It sometimes is wise to
assume that Hutton has not necessarily got the best weather in the Borders. This morning was a scheduled golfing morning at Duns (MPBUI) The deal is to met my partner at first light so as to avoid the post dawn geriatric rush of three balls* with self propelled, remote controlled anti cardiac seizure pre programmed trolleys. They can be desperately slow moving despite the high tech. But when I got up some one had removed the garden wall which was disconcerting until realised that thirty yards onwards was obscured by mist. The neo-Fishes had promised a bright sunny day with 'occasional' mist patches. We we well and truly occasionalised. So taking an enormous gamble I crept through the fog to Duns and arriving at the elevated course could see the mist below me and the sun all around. Gamble paid off. One minor problem was that my clubs were in the wrong car and I had to share my partners swinging sixties set- a snip on EBay with change from a fiver but a far cry from my dernier cru
collection which you just hold lightly and the club does the rest.
Munching a bacon butty and sipping a restoring coffee from the snug comfort the 19th hole my heart was gladdened by the magical sight of a self propelled trolley proceeding majestically down the 18th fairway. The owner (who was playing the first hole) had seemingly let the trolley escape out of range of its remote controller and it was doing its own thing. The Weather Beaten Green Keeper emerged from his bunker (Hitler rather than sand type) with the fourth of his five pullovers already on (Did I mention it was 2C by the time we had finished -1C when we started?) and muttering something about new fangled rubbish neatly tripped the runaway machine and allowed the very out of breath but nicely warmed up owner to retrieve his possessions and start all over again. Yes, a good way to start the day.
* This refers to games of three players and not genetically enhanced elderly males. Blog-ed