Golf In The Kingdom - A Wee Update

After our leisurely Tuesday, play resumed Wednesday on the Balcomie, with our typical mixed results.  The first difference you'll note are the long pants, quite the rookie mistake:

It was blowing a gale in the carpark, and I over-reacted and swapped out the shorts for long pants, only to regret it the entire day.  This picture of Madam is included because of what will come below:

Despite some weather concerns, the day ended up quite beautiful, with the golf only matching it episodically.  If your humble blogger could have putted he coulda been a contender, although Theresa could well say the same.  Amusingly, I took a one-up lead to the 18th tee and dribbled my drive off the tee into a gorse bush, thereby cementing my candidacy for Husband of the Year.

We had received the following in a blast e-mail from Crail:

Throughout the summer, the courses will be subject to closures owing to the notorious east coast haar (fog). The nature of this weather event makes it impossible to have a fair and equitable approach to tee time management because there is no way of knowing when the courses will open and how many people will want to play if the courses reopen on the day.

Priority Rebooking:

Players whose tee times have been cancelled owing to the closure will be given first priority to book any available tee times following the reopening of the courses. The Lifeboat House must be visible for 30 minutes before play can commence.

On arrival yesterday, we discovered that the course was closed due to such haar, though it so happens that when they say the Lifeboat House must be visible, we fortunately mean barely visible:

This was sufficient visibility to allow us back on the course and, because play was resumed before our time, we went off as scheduled.  Admittedly, that worked out better for Madam than for me, as I was unable to control my golf ball.  I'd still like to sort through with you why the Craighead is so difficult living rent-free in my head, but today will not be that day.  Though I took a couple of photos of the copses of gorse bushes, this from the 18th fairway:

In this case one would be aimed left of the bunkers visible, but in many other they are well within range.  Often, and the tee shot on the opening hole is a stark early reminder, one aims a bit away from a series of bunkers, only to over-correct and end up in even a worse spot.  But, as I said, today is not that day....

We got to The Dreel Tavern on Wednesday evening:

Off to struggle again on the Craighead with Ross, Elsie and John's son.  Perhaps he can explain my futility to me?  Or is that too big an ask?

Saturday forecast is dire.  More on that later.

Cheers.