rory heard the roars with an
impressive us open win.
inen and his new, already highly
acclaimed links on the glorious
shores of the Moray Firth. I wasn't
there to witness the "great flood"
personally and maybe now I am
glad I wasn’t. But, ironically, this
is one of my favorite boltholes,
simply because it is one of the
driest spots in the whole of the
British Isles. And I was moved
almost to throwing things at the
television set every time Aussie
BBC commentator Wayne Grady started going on about, "You
have to expect this sort of thing
in Scotland."
Well, cobber, actually you don't!
So incensed was I about his con-
tinual wittering on about it and
his scant knowledge of the Scot-
tish climate in general and the
east coast of Scotland climate in
particular, that I broke the rule of
a lifetime and penned an email of
dissent to Auntie BBC pointing
out that, far from this being com-
mon on the Moray coast, the an-
nual rainfall there is less than half
what it is in "sunny bloody Syd-
ney." I didn't actually get a reply.
The Irish Open was next up and left the links lovers among us
again wondering why an Irish na-
tional championship, in a coun-
try with some of the greatest links
courses in the world, should be
played on a lakeside course in the
depths of Killarney. However, it
was probably just as well the Grand
Quadrilateral of Harrington, Mc-
Dowell, McIlroy and Clarke didn’t
get inspired by the setting and
failed to make any impression. By
then, there was hardly any Guin-
ness left in the country!
