Tomorrow we desert the Merse for Norn Iron. A brief visit which will involve the inevitable images of golf plus 66% of the grand children-separately rather than combined, so you have been warned. After the balmy weather of recent weeks the gale force wind which swept us around the Duns Golf Course (MPBUI) came as a shock to the system. My partner and I were the only players to brave the elements. Even the gnarled old greenkeeper, after one gust of 65mph up his nostrils, gave up the day job and retired to his lair until the cocktail hour came around. The only other golfers having failed to complete the first hole into the teeth of the gale sat in their cars until the club house opened. If it did.No sign of staff up to well after 9am so it may be that the cocktail hour and coffee time will happily coincide. No bad thing in the absence of playable golf. Somehow you expect such conditions at the Royal County Down (PBUI) but not at Duns. As one frustrated player said he was damned if he would fork out £25 to play in such conditions. At RCD he would have to cough up £100.
And enjoy it.
