St. Andrews golfing is so simple; not great course conditions (things are not at all manicured, like in the states), not very formal in the club house; more like a business getting golfers playing on 5 courses here.
But, the course is right on the North Sea, it’s full of long grass rough and the beautiful yellow gorse bush with its awful thorns, so you’ll never find, or even reach, your ball. The fairways are infested with flowers and different kinds of grass that shouldn’t be growing there. The greens are not manicured, a bit slow and there’s no “fringe” at all…which allows the push carts to be walked around the green edges without damaging the playing grounds.
But, the simplicity is the strength of the place. Why do we in America, who are only copying what started here in Scotland, spend so much time competing to see who can manicure their courses better?
After playing a round here (again in wonderful weather, although the chill wind from the North Sea were probably blowing 15 mph), we are kind of embarrassed about the American pursuit of “perfection” fetish about a game that seems to simple here at the “home” grounds.
A good and thoroughly enjoyable day with the gentlemen of the family, now to include the new “brother-to-be”, Michael Brock. Here’s to Tim & Mike, ball-strikers and gorse-finders extraordinaire.