Adrian,
200 pounds to play Troon? Are you daft? I see that you are English, which I normally associate with erudite, insightful people. I think the ale must have clouded your judgment more than the wind my eyes.
#17 is the quintessential example of the deficiencies of this over-rated, expensive yawn. Since the wind invariably is blasting at hurricane force - into the teeth all the way from the 11th tee - the penultimate insult is a smash driver from 210 yards to a vapid disc (disk?) with all the charm and visual interest of Prince Charles with that cleaning woman on his arm.
My calculation shows it costs 11.11 pounds to play each hole at Troon. That is roughly $24 American, correct? More than $400 to play eighteen holes? Let's put it in perspective: I can travel thousands of miles across the pond - including egregious airfare - to pay $425 at Troon, which if it were anywhere but in Scotland would be bulldozed and turned into a housing tract, or I can drive two hours and pay less money to tee it up at Pebble Beach.
Do they teach "Cost-Benefit Analysis" at Cambridge?
The initial question was whether there are any truly "bad" courses in Scotland, and in truth I do not see Troon falling into that category.
That stated, someone mentioned the infamous "Doak Scale" and the assignment of the dreaded squadoosh, which is normally reserved for courses where ridiculous amounts of money were spent to create something akin to the average Rees Jones abomination.
However, in the interest of elastic interpretation of the facts and general inclusion of anything that supports my meandering logic, I think we can slightly modify the Doak Scale to identify golf courses where a ridiculous expenditure of green fees is exchanged for a poorly conceived architectural disappointment followed by clubhouse bartenders who pour weak drinks with cheap booze in the company of nasty old men still pissed that American soldiers were humping their women while fighting back the Nazis.
Or, you can play 36 at Prestwick and save yourself the grief of reading my idle ranting.