Year: 2019
Course: Royal Dornoch GC
Walking or Cart: Walking with Caddies
Season: Summer (August)
Temperature: Mid 40s but much colder with wind chill
Wind: Relentless...steady 40mph?
Precipitation: Even more relentless! Driving, sideways rain for 34 of 36 holes (yes, we played 36)
Turf: Took it like a champ. Greens were wet but fairway turf was still firm.
This was the second day of #AuldSod2019, our big 10 day Scottish trip last year. We just had perfect weather the day before at Troon and made the long drive north to start three days in the Highlands. The forecast for this 36 hole day was ominous for at least a week or two beforehand, and with it being Royal Dornoch, a course none of us had played before and perhaps the highlight for all of us on this trip, we were hoping the forecast would be wrong.
It wasn't...
The rain and wind were both absolutely relentless in tandem and you basically had to walk with your head down the entire round as you moved from shot to shot. We finished the round, paid our loyal caddies and sped into the clubhouse to attempt to dry off, a futile task.
Over the hottest bowl of soup imaginable, the four of us asked each other if this was the worst weather any of us had ever played in. The answer was unanimously "yes".
We still had a second round scheduled for the mid-afternoon and the weather wasn't going to improve. We asked if the course would reschedule us to the next day but due to a full tee sheet, they couldn't comply. I'm usually willing to play in anything but I was completely soaked and really didn't want to play another round in these conditions.
But it was Royal Dornoch. We came all this way to play here and we basically didn't even get a chance to see the course in that first round. There was no way the weather could be worse, right?
So we decided to head back out for round two.
I gave my caddie the afternoon off, something she appreciated. We hit off the first hole with the trademark flags struggling to stay on their posts right of the tee. We started the walk down the first fairway and with the winds whipping so fiercely that they made an audible noise, we turned to each other, laughing and saying:
"Yup, this is worse than this morning!"
It got so bad that once we hit the 7th tee, a ranger approached and strongly suggested we turn around and head back to the clubhouse.
"It's getting dangerous out by the sea", he said. "Best you turn around and just play in from there", pointing to an adjacent tee on the back nine.
Undaunted, we just said we would be fine and prefered to play on.
This is Chris H, Matt S, Howard R and myself on the par five 9th hole, barely able to stand up straight at this point.
The rain finally stopped just as we were approaching the 18th tee of that second round.
It was a day none of us will soon forget.