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Love golf in Scotland?

Golf in Scotland is such a delight
Especially when you're not playing...very badly
Enjoy the quality of playing on great grass
With a very fast two ball stuck right up ...behind you.
 
I found this Poem and although nothing to do with this thread I thought it worth sharing:

To A Golf Ball by David Wilson

Wee sneaky, nasty surlyn White ball,
Every Sunday morning I heed your call,
Draggin’ me oot from ma weary bed,
To subject some anguish to ma sleepy head.

A game o’ pleasure that’ll make any man swear,
And turn a calm man tae a Grizzly Bear,
Oot in the sunshine, the snow and the rain,
Your mental health’s never the same again.

And so, full o’ confidence, ye stride up tae the tee,
Sayin’ “This wee balls no getting’ the better o’ me,
With a card full o’ birdies I’m determined to win”
But if you look down you’ll see that wee ba’ grin.

A good practice swing is the start o’ this game,
Tempo and rhythm – each one stays the same,
Swingin the club with grace to and fro,
A finishing position like a veteran pro.

Then step to the ball and nothing should change,
The perfect shot is well in your range,
You say to the ball “up the fairway Macduff”,
Then you swing, you hit, and the balls in the rough.

You try to stay calm with some words under breath,
Playing partners stand in a silence like death,
You don’t want to hear that it’s only a game,
But your spirits are lifted when the rest do the same.

So in to the rough to see how you lie,
It’s lookin’ bad but you’ll give it a try,
A solid swing and through the rough you hack,
Then walk past the ball to get the divot back.

But your third shot is one of the best you’ve seen,
Gliding through the air to land on the green,
You walk down the fairway, a smile on your face,
The wee balls thinkin’ “I’ll put you in your place.”

A simple three-footer to sink for your par,
Only thirty six inches – that’s no’ very far,
You stand over the ball wi’ your putter in hand,
And that three foot looks like a huge bit o’ land.

Destined for glory, but the balls missed the hole!
It can drive a man ver’ near up the pole,
Some see it miss and break down and cry,
Others lose the temper and let golf clubs fly.

“That’s it”, ye scream, “never again,
This time next week I’m stayin’ at hame.”
But as ye storm off the course ye look back and say,
“I’ll be back tae beat ye on another day!”
 
Love Golf in Scotland as it snows in June
Love Golf in Scotland as its being blind to the cold and the wind and the rain.
Love Golf in Scotland as its making friends, not where, not when ,not who.
Love Golf in Scotland as its losing 3 ProV1s and finding a Dunlop
Love Golf in Scotland as its St Andrews, Muirfield, and Macrihanish.
Love Golf in Scotland as its playing in the most beautiful place in the planet.
Love Golf in Scotland as its Links, Parkland and long Par 4s
Love Golf in Scotland as its playing in the Highlands and the Lowlands
Love Golf in Scotland as its a different dialect in every town

Love Golf in Scotland as there is nothing else comes close.
 
Here's my thoughts

I'm luck to be born and bread here its a working mans game and a game your born into, ive been lucky enough to be brought up walking and playing the toughest course in Scotland in Carnoustie. We have the best links from Gullane to Dornoch some fanatstic gems in Alyth and Edzell to St Andrews, Troon Carnoustie,Turnberry and Muirfield , for a country so small we have the best.
 
It's ' implore '.
:thup:


I'm not in for the balls, but a weeks golf in Scotland playing links is in my list.

I used to go up the east coast a bit for work and I love the fact that you can drive somewhere like Arbroath and stumble across a cracking looking links course with out any warning.

I just really wanted to say, how can a seemingly innocent thread turn into a seething pot of 'racial' tension. You lot need to get a grip, if you read it back are you happy?:confused:
 
Because in Scotland on a summers day when the links are baked hard with a 30 mph wind behind me I can hit a 7 iron as far as folk in England/Ireland can hit their driver.... and then get on the forum asking who else can match my 498yard "average" drive!!!! :whistle:
 
Scotland is where anyone with a soul for the game of golf would want to play. Stunning courses set amongst the most amazing landscapes.
 
You can experience four seasons during one round.
You can lose three balls on any hole.
You will meet new friends in every clubhouse.
You will gasp at the scenery in any weather.
You will always feel welcome.
You will always want to return.
And if you play badly you could always Traigh, Traigh and Traigh again!

Slime.

Oh, and you should always carry a can of Smidge!
 
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