St. Andrews - Morning Of Edition

Just a quick note to inform readers that we' have settled in St. Andrews, though still getting our bearings.

Lucky Loches.

A few final Pittenweem memories, beginning with a walk to Anstruther:

And their famous Rockies hole, the hardest Par-3 Par-5 in Scotland:

On the way home we saw this gent play quite the brilliant shot from an unfortunate spot:

After the golf course, the Coastal Path turns inland, which it does through many of the towns and villages.  But this spot, just past the Dreel Tavern, always amuses, because they seemingly ran out of room for the sidewalk:

Obviously you could cross the street, but hugging the Firth-side requires a wee peak around the building before stepping out.

And from a final walk to the tidal pool:

That family on the beach had quite the get-up, including a sideboard of sorts with a gas (presumably) range to make themselves a cuppa....  Well prepared.

We were so loaded that, on a Coop driveby Theresa suggested I not purchase more bottled water, for the simple reason that we had to spare cubic inches in the car.  Good call, that.

A first few pics from our evening in St. Andrews:

My after-dinner snack came from here:

If you know, you know.

Reader Mark W. is a longstanding friend of the blog (the blog likely wouldn't exist absent Mark's encouragement of my early writings), and writes with a couple of thoughts, first this:

Scott, you and Theresa will have to go and find Hamish. He was a fixture in St Andrews.

 

Here's the skinny from Wikipedia:

Hamish McHamish (1999 – 11 September 2014) was a ginger cat who lived in the town of St Andrews, Fife, Scotland. He came to national and international prominence after the publication of a book entitled Hamish McHamish of St Andrews: Cool Cat About Town.[1][2]

Hamish built up a following on social media, with a dedicated Facebook page[3] and Twitter account set up by fans.[4]

Many of you will know that Employee No.2 and I are quite partial to gingers....

And Mark had some useful thoughts for the afternoon:

Enjoy your round on the Old. Don’t forget, left is good, right is death

Why is everyone over here telling me to keep left?  The joke there is that on a long ago Ireland trip the courtesy bus driver told us to "Keep left, look right", and Theresa says those exact words each time we pull out onto the road.  But Mark is quite right, though the more nuanced point is that the right side invariably provides the best angle into the green, but that is where the worst of those penal pot bunkers are to be found.  Risk-reward is what they're going for....

Weather forecast is unchanged (except for a 50% possibility of rain in the middle of our round).  So far, it's sunny with a proper breeze.  We've done our marketing, as Elsie and John arrive tomorrow, and we can relax for a bit before our late afternoon appointment on the Old.  I'll let you know how we get on....