The day I played at St. Andrews
was a bit blustery. The remnants of
Hurricane Mitch were passing by
Scotland that day and while I was
out on the course, the wind gusted
to over 70 miles per hour. It was all
I could do to keep from blowing
away! (Sort of like "Winnie the
Pooh and the Blustery Day.")
By the end of the round,
the wind was blowing so
hard that Scruffy had to
putt for me. He isn't really
that chubby - the wind
makes him look that way.
After the windy, but enjoyable
round of golf, we drove along
the beach on St. Andrews Bay.
That's not waves on the beach,
that's sand blowing in the
gusty winds.
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