Here we are wheels up in Atlanta and off to the third major of the year in St. Andrews…
It has taken me a few days since we came back from the trip to be able to start on this post. I couldn’t seem to find the words to describe such a great trip and amazing experience.
We arrived around lunchtime after an overnight flight, and fighting off the jet lag checked in to our tiny B&B in Kingskettle. Trying to stay awake long enough to make up for the time change, we ate dinner in a nearby town at a small inn. The town, the Falkland conservation village, is the site of Falklands palace and gardens, the country residence of the Stuart monarchs. We enjoyed the evening walking the village and having some steak pie, even managing to stay up until 8 local time.
Sunday was time away from the tournament for sightseeing in Edinburgh. We had tea at Holyrood Palace, rode the double decker bus tour and looked out over the city from the castle high above. We even had our first haggis at The Magnum on the advice of the concierge at our hotel. We had a lovely walk home after dinner along the Queen Street Gardens.
On Monday, we were able to take advantage of the free parking and the 10 pound tickets and see the final round, plus the playoff! It was 50 and rainy but we had great seats where we could see all of 1, 17 and 18 and some of 2. We settled in and made friends with the nice Scottish couple next to us and watched a great day of golf. We didn’t see Jordan Spieth win his third consecutive major, but Zach Johnson’s playoff victory was just as exciting.
Everything that is left to say, can be said by this sign that greeted us at the airport.