Dunbar and "I fought the Law . . . and I won!"

Trip Start Sep 03, 2007
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Trip End Sep 14, 2007


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Wednesday, September 5, 2007

   Sleep was easy to come by last night, as the long travel time and the three "wee ones for the road" did their trick.  I woke up to another perfectly sunny morning (this is Scotland?) with a slight breeze and temps in the 60's.  It was then time for a Scottish breakfast, and they don't mess around when it comes to breakfast.  Start off with juice, cereal, and toast.  Move on to eggs, sausage, bacon, fried toast, mushrooms.  Finish it all off with some tea.  I got ready for some golf down at Dunbar Golf Club (20 mi. down the coast), and I am the designated driver for John as he is no longer used to 12:30 am drinking nights at age 67.  I do have to say he looks worse for the wear . . .

   We stay in his flat for about an hour chatting, and he started talking about this morning when he saw the empty whisky bottle on the table.  He said with a slight grin "where did all the whisky go?  I did nae have more than one!!  Those bottles are shite nowadays - there must be cracks in the bottle!"  We head off to Dunbar, driving through some more beautiful country, passing Tantallon Castle, which is an impressive ruined castle on a cliff overlooking the sea and Bass Rock.  We arrive at Dunbar Golf Club, which is another true links golf course - set right on the ocean, with rocks and beach in play on many holes - that was in wonderful shape.  We were greeted with a 25 mph wind which wreaked havoc on the game for the next 4 hours. 

   The club was formed in 1856 (five years before the start of our Civil War to put it in perspective) and the first hole is a 480 yard par 5 that is very much downwind.  I crush one 360 yards down the middle and proceed to make par - displaying my professional short game to my playing partners.  Later on (will see the wind in one of the pictures) I hit one pin high on the 382 yard par 4 seventh (again, making par).  Links golf is amazing, because for nine holes you feel like a GOD because you can hit the ball so far.  Then you have nine holes where you feel like a complete letch because you can't hit the ball anywhere.

   By the time we started the last nine holes, the wind was up to 30 mph and directly in our face.  It was simply work to finish the round.  We warmed ourselves with a couple of Belhaven's Best (beer) in the clubhouse.  Poor John is simply dragging at this point, claiming he will never drink again the night before a round of golf.  I manage to point out that certainly that is the first and last time he will ever make that resolution.  His game suffered through a cavalcade of swear tantrums - i.e. "fookin jaysus, John" and "oh ta hell with this shite!!"  Perhaps when you can correctly swear in Scottish brogue, you reach the pinnacle of curse creation. 

   Back to North Berwick to change clothes for the hike up the Law (me) and a nap (John and the dogs).  The North Berwick Law is a 616 foot volcanic cap right behind town.  I almost sprinted up the thing to get the good sunny clear sky, getting to the top in 15 minutes.  I then took about 15 more minutes to scrape the gorse and fescue off the roof of my mouth after sucking wind from the climb.  The climb was certainly worth it as I could see 70 miles away.  I was at the top by myself, and I stayed there for a good 30 minutes in complete peace.  It was a wonderful break from everything else.

Golf at the Glen and then off to Fife tomorrow!
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