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... onto the
practice tea, chit chatting with their teammates and sundry hangers-on. First
it’s the Americans to get started beating the skin off their balls (that
doesn’t sound right but you know what I mean) sending each screaming up the
fairway with ease. The ooohs and aaahs from the rank amateurs in the bleachers
fill the air. Just when we are fully bought into the infallibility of these
golfing gods, one Ricky Fowler, scuffs one in ...
So first morning for quite some time that there was no real panic to be up early but I was up around 6.30am and packing up our suitcases - trying to be creative with the packing so I didn't once again get hit with excess baggage on the British Airways flights to London and then Glasgow. Craig wasn't in a big hurry to get out of bed - it had been a big night last night!
We eventually wandered down to breakfast where there were quite a ...
... bed whilst the rest of us stayed up, drinking far too much and playing the 'box' game. The name of this game is to find a small cardboard box, cutting the top half of the box off and placing on the ground. Participants then take turns picking up the box only using their mouths, with each round the box being reduced in height to make it harder. This was very entertaining (especially after a few too many), with Kevin's pair of jeans becoming the main sacrifice. We all had our ...
... been friends since a chance meeting in Canada back in the early '70s. Peter along with their youngest daughter Kirsten met my mum and me at Inverkeithing train station on 6th May, 1988. 25 years and three days later, 9th May, 2013, Kirsten met me at Edinburgh. How about that?
May has been a period of coming to terms with such a sudden departure and arrival. I have both really enjoyed the trappings of a wealthy Western life after an absence of 110 days but ...
... and playing his drum for the tourist and missed his bus home...so he walked around in the wet waiting for the next bus (he shoes weren’t water proof, so they were also soaking wet). I didn’t ask him why he was wearing a skirt (it was not a kilt). He said he was carrying a large stick because he is apparently really good at making things out of wood and wanted to make a walking stick for an old guy he sees playing the guitar down the road from ...