Musings from the Merse
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
DOG OK SAGA
A 'wee sweet doggie' story with a difference from the usual sickly gumph in last week's Berwickshire. Page 2 ' Dunbar Crew assist woman who tripped over dog'. A woman walking on the beach tripped over her dog-make unspecified-and broke her leg. Helpless on beach, tide coming in, dialed 999 on her mobile. Enter sea right RNLI with the Inshore Life Boat (not the Onshore one, (with wheels) Splint applied, oxygen and 'first aid'. Onshore Ambulance waiting.Happy ending.
And even happier. The writer, anticipating enourmous public interest, reported that the
dog was uninjured.
It's good to know that there are helpful people in Dunbar but not enough of them in the Golf Club where some officious lowheidyin refused Hutton the use of the facilities unless he paid a green fee. It makes you want to pee over the club house garden Roses, doesn't it?
The image is of the Dunbar Lifeboat-may well have been on its way to rescue a wee dog which had tripped over its owner)
Labels: Dog story, Dunbar, Dunbar Lifeboat, peeing on the roses
Thursday, June 19, 2008
BORING ON TWEED
Coming back from Embra on the 1835 Nat Ex, all stations to Newcastle, Huttonian was privileged to be within screeching distance of 4 northern lasses. They were having a high decibel discussion on where to hold Annies Hen Party. Limit, absolute, £40 per head. (And pay for your own drinks)
Not Embra. Too far, too expensive and could run into stuffy disapproval. Dunbar? Where's that? Oh we have just stopped! Looks a dump.
Berwick? You must be joking. Nowhere to have it. BORING
Has to be Newcastle then?
Spose.
( I admit that Dubar is not too attractive as viewed from the train. Nice golf course if a bit snobby)
Labels: Berwick upon Tweed, Dunbar, Hen Parties
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Huttonian duly attended the magic machine swing analyser at Dunbar and came away with a new hi-tech driver which will reduce the mighty fairways of the Royal County Down (PBUI) to the dimensions of a pitch and putt course. Dream on.
Dunbar Golf Club (founded 1865) has more bossy notices festooned about the club house area than any other golf establishment I have come across: Parking: Lady Captain only, Deputy Lady Captain, Disabled Lady Captain-ditto for the male officials. Members Car Park, Visitors Car Park (miles away) Mixed Lounge-Ladies Toilets only-keep off the grass, don't walk here, pitching only area, keep off (general advice) And the bossiness follows you around the course-This is a famous golf course.You have got to be serious. Don't spit in the bunkers.
After a longish drive (no pun intended) and an ill timed cup of diuretic (Fair Trade variety) I was anxious to make use of the facilities. Ignoring the many 'Ladies only' directions and failing to find the Gentlemen' (perhaps in egalitarian Scotland they do not exist?) I asked an obvious official. Sorry. Members Only. To make use of the club house you will need to purchase a green fee (£55). Gosh that's even more expensive than the public loo in Kelso.
I beat a hasty, crossed leg, retreat. and bearing in mind that there seemed to be no notice discouraging peeing in bunkers was saved from public exposure (npi) by the kind professional (in charge of the swingometer) allowing me use of his facility behind the Sand Wedges-just to the left of the Putters. Thankyou Mr Montgomery/.
Off to Duns (MPBUI) this very early am to try out the Galloway Big Bertha. Salivating at the possibility of a drive and a short putt at the long First. Alas for ambition.
COURSE CLOSED
How wet can you get?
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Longer and Straighter
No, not a spam e-mail about expanding male fundamentals, but a flyer from the professional at Dunbar Golf Club advocating custom fitting for new golf clubs. Huttonian, for the first time, after golfing, after a fashion, for nearly 60 years, has succumbed to this temptation. So it is off to East Lothian to be fitted for a new powerful, rocket science engineered, designed by a brain scientist, club. In my case there is a real need as my monster Taylor Made graphite shafted, plutonium headed weapon of grass destruction, together with many other similar big headed drivers (several thousands apparently) becomes illegal on 1 January next year. So needs must. And I look forward (with some trepidation)to having my swing analysed by the Laser Launch Monitor 'Golf Achiever' and then acquiring the perfect club which (with its customised, grip, shaft material, face loft, shaft length etc 'enhances ball striking' 'improves accuracy' 'improves ball flight and distance' and virtually guarentees selection for the Walker Cup Team at this September's massacre of the Yanks at the Royal County Down, (PBUI)Sadly, the team has been selected already but if some one falls out at the last moment with 'norn iron tummy'I am ,as ever,willing to answer the call.
The image (I borrowed from Flickr) is apparently of a golfer practising his black art at Dunbar harbour. (I hope it is not the Laser Launch Monitor as it looks rather low tech)And this is a toon with three golf courses within three miles.
It doesn't need a rocket science trained golf professional to tell you that given the strange grip, weird posture of the would be harbour blaster that it would be highly surprising if any of the balls reached terra firma. Golf is 97% hope and 3% expectation.
But surely not in this case.
