This is little more than a “stick a pin in the map” entry. One for the travelogue, lacking in reflective thought, and very far from the original intent of these pages. Just a quick hop to St. Andrews to take in a round of golf.
Am I the world’s worst golfer? A strong case could be made for that, yes.
Does that matter? Not. One. Bit.
Two major shout outs:
First to my boy, Mews. He hooked us up with first-class round trip airfare for this quick jaunt to the Royal and Ancient Golf Club. I don’t mean business-class-masquerading-as-first-class. I mean fully-laid-out pod with all the amenities first class. How he procured that is a long story that is better told in person.
The second is for my man, Iwan. He put us up in London and showed us a night on the town that may have permanently altered Mew’s life. In a good way.
Stories come later. For now, let’s just appreciate the scenery.