I love the little spot outside the Greenkeepers Hut at the Eighteenth Green of the Old Course in St Andrews. The course stretches out in front of you in all its lazy timeless glory, and tourists pause lazily at the fence to look at fat Americans slicing their way up the fairway.
It is a place where leisure seems the norm, and there is no bustle, no hustle, just the thwack of golf strokes and the soft hissing of North Sea breakers.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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