Bogey:
You just made my day (week, month, ....) -- a photo of the criminally unknown Inverallochy, a nifty little out-and-back 18-hole links , quite near Fraserburgh, that reeks of history. This course, to me, represents what Scottish golf is all about. The story behind this course is fascinating -- a tiny fishing village, where the locals decided to build a course on a small spit of land, and who became well-known throughout the UK for their skill as golfers. They were even invited to play a match at the famed Sandwich course in southern England, where the golfers and club members there -- fearing they would lose the match to the "wild men" of the North -- got them drunk during the middle of the match, whereupon the famed "fisherman golfers of Inverallochy" lost the match. A brief history of the club here:
http://www.inverallochygolfclub.co.uk/history.htmlTrue to the traditions of the game, and adhering to the conservative nature of Scots in this particular region of the country, the golfers of Inverallochy were among the last to give up use of the gutty in exchange for the modern rubber-core ball.
Here's the best picture I could find of Clivet, the 13th at Royal Tarlair, near MacDuff, which raises the age-old question: Is it worth the green fees to play one hole? A wonderful drop-shot par 3 with a green that hangs on the cliff edge. The scene of a wonderful double-bogey by yours truly -- failing to judge the wind correctly, I hit 7-iron and sent one straight into the North Sea. Re-loading, my 8-iron shot dropped no more than 3 feet from the hole -- alas, I missed the putt.