On Sunday we took a trip to St. Andrews. The Old Course at St. Andrews is a public course, and on Sundays anyone can walk the course. I’m nowhere near a good enough golfer to play it, so walking it was perfect.
We were lucky to have an absolutely beautiful day. (It actually rained surprisingly little during our visit to Scotland.) It was amazingly windy … which I would imagine would make a round of golf even more difficult. My Dad tells me that one’s whole golf game has to change in the winds of Scotland – if you hit the ball too high – the wind will blow it way off course.
The terrain of the golf course was unbelievable. I’m pretty sure if I fell into one of those sand traps, I’d need a ladder to climb out. And the only way I’d get a golf ball out of there would be with a hand wedge.
Just a street over from the golf course, we stopped for lunch at the Dunvegan hotel … where, among many group photos of golfers who have lodged there, I found a picture of my Dad on the wall!
Our next stop was a ruined castle … with the backdrop of an amazingly dramatic sky.
The last stop in St. Andrews was the Abbey ruins, which were hands-down amazing. We wandered along bright green grass, among beautifully carved stones, and inside a roofless, ruined Cathedral. It was so beautifully gorgeous and peaceful.