Mel,
Baby,
very, very few things in this world perturbate me to the point of annoyance.
One of them - which manifests itself in many of my interests - occurs when two worlds collide. You know, like when an MOR singer tries to 'do' Rock (cringe) or maybe when a politician tries to 'get down with the kids' (eek) or when your dad tries to dance like James Brown at your cousins wedding (aaarrggghhh!).
The thought of some blokes dressed in plus-fours thwacking a guttie around Askernish with Hickories fills me with awe, pride and much emotion. The same thought involving Craigielaw fills me with nothing but vomit, snot and phlegm. (Apologies if anyone is reading this at dinner!)
Where Craigielaw is redolent of titanium, graphite, long-shafts, rangefinders and CARTS(!), Kilspindie is tweed, cardigans, brogues and cloth caps.
Horses for Courses, old boy, Horses for Courses.
As it happens, I will be driving past both venues tomorrow en route to the marvellous NBWL. I'll give them both 'salutes'
bestestest,
F.