There's one thing to say about 36 holes of golf in one day. I just don't know what it is. Today was absolutely perfect weather for golf, 60's, broken clouds and, while windy, not ridiculous. Anyway, the Irvine brothers were once again remarkably hangover free as we headed about 10 miles South to play on a couple of public courses in Troon. Troon is named for something I'm sure....I just don't know what that is either.
The house over there is a prison where you have to go spend a timeout if you hit a ball into the heather. Suffice it to say that the four of us spent at least a couple hours in the jail. Anyway...
Alx.
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