warm wind magnificent Mournes; great Golf. And it all ends when we go back to the Merse tomorrow, Stena permitting. From late Summer to dreich
. Ah well there are many worse places to return to although I would prefer to sit out the winter, if there is one, in our snug wee cottage, sheltered from the wind, double glazing-well, partial-turf fires, than in an echoing old Manse, with the wind whistling and roaring-even louder outside the house. With a spare fleece in every room and a fire which warns the chimney and little else. Mind you our new wood burning stove may make the difference raising the temperature to a balmy 14 C whilst it sinks to 16 outside.
I leave golfing bloggees with my favourite golfing image. The fearsome drive from the 15th. Death to to right, gorse to the left with Stalker and the Alsatian lurking not too far away to gobble up the errant ball before it is even cold. This one went long and straight. And so to Duns (MPBUI)