In a truly Titanic (well, I went down like it!) match at Dr MacKenzie’s splendid Pitreavie Golf Club here in the Kingdom of Fife, Galbraith, I. thrashed Bonnar, M. by a dog licence (the good old 7 and 6!)
Refereed and witnessed by Carlton, N. and Cameron, M., the match remained fairly even for six holes before Ian decided that sympathetic cameraderie is no way to treat such an important golfing occasion and started cranking up the big dog and the putter and mercilessly crushed me like a beetle underfoot.
Well done, Mr G and good luck with future ties.
On a happier note, the Course was looking and playing extremely well, bringing great joy to the assembled congregation, who quite magnanimously sung its praises.
Luckily, tomorrow I’m fishing, not golfing. So I’ve got that going for me!
F.