I can confirm Andyaweson has indeed driven right through the hotel.
Last summers' decampment to our Scottish Island was delayed for a week due to the Highland council needing to eradicate some of the Rhododendron vicinity the lodge and approaches from the landing stage.Personally I love the Rhodies because they mean I am in that special place,but apparently their not being entirely native has a negative effect on the indigenous species.
The problem has been exacerbated in the past due to a previous owner being something of a botanist,who felt the need to import 72 rare and wonderful species of flora and trees from all parts of our wonderful colonies and indeed the other less important parts of the world.
We of course would normally book the Northern British in Edinburgh which has wonderful quisine and utterly smashing views of the Mound,and has the benefit of straddling Waverly Station too.However,there was some shindig in progress right at the time of portunity where lots of common folk from around the world gather for a week or so of comedy and mayhem,so our entire floor was already booked,leaving us no choice but to take residence in the Old Course Hotel,St Andrews,not too far up the road.(Scone was also similarly booked with a Royal Hunting party). My choice would have been the Hamilton Grand but I'm afraid they only had 12 rooms available,and they were on three different floors.Clearly our entourage could not be split in this way,and in particular I like to keep Lambert close at hand due to the proximity of fine single malts in all bars.The Old Course suite that I eventually occupied had a wonderfully twee ante room that in the old days would have housed ones hand maiden and this was an admirable perch for my errant Lambert,since it was lockable from the outside only.
I digress however,and with Sweetie pie in mind,I will get to my point,indeed,the point of the Original post.
The day being sultry,I had had cook prepare afternoon tea for myself and a few chums,to be taken in my suite,which spans the width of the second floor,offering panoramic views of the 17th Tee and 17th hole both.So there we were enjoying cucumber quarters as only we English can,and I noticed on the 17th Tee,or rather Boo noticed,an obviously foriegn player about to take a shot.Boo was excited not by the curious stance,nor even the laptop strapped to the players waist,but by a golden retriever which we had seen earlier,rushing in and out of the fescue retrieving errant balls.
Well now,as we watched,this being our entertain for the moment,our hapless figure began the downstroke,and from the first it was clear that the laptop,which was open and appeared to be displaying a series of unnacountable figures and a curious green line completely filled from end to end at the bottom,had caught up somehow in the players left thumb.This had the effect of skewing completely the shot,and we were treated to the sight of a gayly coloured ball growing larger and larger as it made its' inexorable path to our very location.Fortunately,we had drawn wide the windows on both balconies which allowed entry and egress to the swiftly moving ball as it flew through and past us,agog to the spectacle.
There was a wave from the figure far off at the tee,and as he turned,so the retriever was released,giving chase across the fairway into the OB where a succesful find resulted in the dog being rewarded as he dropped the ball into what I would loosely term,a favbourable lie.
The second shot of course,was taken with the players back to our party,and it was thus that I was able to readliy identify Andyaweson due to a copy of the July Enquirer poking out of a back pocket,and in the other,some hand made notes of the August edition,still in beta presumably.
I hope this clears things up for everyone.
Lizzie xx