Great start to Tuesday. There was the Alsatian and its master in stalking mode-but well behind me and still intrusive but it had learnt something from yesterdays confrontation. At the second hole the ball I had been playing with came apart-it had been a present from a friend who found it on a beach and may have been over long in Neptune's locker at the Royal Atlantis. I broke it in half and then 'lost' both pieces on the middle of the fairway, and walked on. Poor deluded hound it thought this was the easiest find ever, scooped up both pieces and dropped them in triumph at his masters feet. The handler said something, apparently not very nice and Alsie slunk away. Not his week so far and Huttonian was left well alone.
Images follow. Sorry non-golfing bloggees but we will be back in the Merse soon and can get back to normal: the Tweed, Coos, ruins of village hall etc etc. Be patient
