I suppose as one of the resident Scots on the Board, I should at least add a thought or two of mine.
Despite playing the reverse auld lady about as well as a man who couldnae have hit a coo's erse wi' a banjo.
Pause for explanation of above term. Imagine, if you will, a be-kilted Scotsman standing in fairly close proximity to the hindquarters of a large animal of bovine extraction. Said Scot has in his possession a four-stringed percussive skinned plucked instrument much favoured in the southern states of the US, oft' seen at 'de camptown races', I believe. He is attempting to strike said bovinial beast upon its anal flanks with said instrument and yet, despite his aforementioned ridiculously close proximity, is totally unable to perform said task.
That is how BAD I was yesterday!
Back to our scheduled programming: by about the third hole, I was so utterly and totally, confussed(sic), flummoxed, bamboozled and generally disorientated, that I had NAE IDEA of even how to play golf far less how to do it in reverse.
I was amazed by the effect of the reverse routing on how I visualised the shots before me. Maybe it might have been easier had I never played her before but the reverse was indeed as James B said: like taking your wife's twin sister to the dance. Familiar, yet strangely other-worldly.
In summary, I'm glad I did it, but, I'm REALLY not sure I want to do it again. My sanity is too fragile...
FBD.