This brought back some nice memories. I played Brora only once, in the summer of 2014, but the fog was so thick that on many holes we had to guess the line of play. It cleared intermittently, only disappearing for good on the 18th. The view from the clubhouse during lunch -- as I drank my first Irn Bru -- was dazzling, and I'll never forget the wacky contours of the closing hole.
Oh, how I'd love to return.