Sunday, 22 July 2018

30,000 steps (nearly)

Thursday was another lovely day. Fired up by watching the pros on Wednesday, we headed down to Arbroath for another crack at a Scottish links course.

We had seen it from the train which passes right alongside it on the way to and from Carnoustie. In the grey, flat morning light it looked totally underwhelming but, on our way home with the golden evening sun casting long shadows, it looked intriguing. Which it was. I was really pleased we played the links rather than chickening out and playing a parkland course.


I didn't have a great round. I played alright but didn't get the breaks. Rich on the other hand played beautifully and scored well too - a cracking 41 points.


This was the closest he has ever been to a hole in one which is pretty damn close!!



My shiny new golf top and visor from The Open yesterday....get me being all matchy matchy!




After our fantastic morning on the links we headed home, ditched the car and walked up to one of the golf clubhouses for lunch and a couple of hours watching The Open with some frankly incomprehensible older Scottish golfers.

Next up it was our turn to walk the pooches as Liz had a training course and Craig was working on the garden. We intended to do a shortish golf club/beach walk as we'd already done a fair bit of walking but, as we walked along, we got a second wind and carried on to the big dune at the very end of the course.






Once again the girls raced to the top and hurled themselves down the dune and were black dots on the beach by the time I hufffed and puffed my way to the top.



This was Shelagh gamely scrambling back UP the dune to meet me the daft old girl.








Although it was a beautiful evening, we knew we had bitten off more than we could comfortably chew as we hit the beach and realised our walk back was full into the stiff evening breeze. It became a bit of a trudge at the end trying to beat the tide to the boardwalk but no regrets, if you can't get excited by sunny dunes and holiday beaches then what is the point??

We were shattered but had a table booked at a good Mexican restaurant which we had been looking forward to so, after showers and smart clothes there was yet more walking into town.

They were not wrong, the restaurant was a cracker. Not a burrito or fajita in sight. This was not your greasy Tex Mex joint but a delightful family run back street bistro. The menu was interesting and packed full of difficult choices. I picked spicy prawns in a delicate tomato sauce and tacos for my main.

The tacos were sensational. Not massive, 4 soft shell tacos with different flavours. I picked goat, Arbroath smokies, spicy chicken and chilli with manchego. Everyone's dishes were fabbie and the cocktails and Malbec were spot on too.

We bounced out of the restaurant (well I was as bouncy as my sore feet permitted) and walked home to lay into their impressive selections of gins and 80s tuuuunes. It was a brilliant night chatting and singing and we slept late the next day!! (29,878 steps and I couldn't be bothered to head round the block to knock off the last couple of hundred steps yo clock a rare 30k!!)

Saturday, 21 July 2018

Sunny Carnoustie

We have had a lovely week - golf, beaches, family, gorgeous food and delectable gins. Genius.

Wednesday we went to a practise day of The Open at Carnoustie which is just down the coast from Montrose. We could have gone to a competition day but they are so expensive (£80 each!)  and rammed with people so you end up getting all hot and bothered and don't see that much anyway.

The practise day was perfect: only £25 each, plenty of room to walk the whole course, great views of the players on the course and the driving range, no queues. Spot on.





The evergreen German golfer, Bernhard Langer. In his 60s but still playing great golf after several decades as a pro. I remember watching him play out of a tree when I was a kid in the 1970s! He used to wear well lairy bright clothes - checked slacks or all red outfits!



The guy witb the brolly is the European Ryder Cup captain Thomas Bjorn, he was clearly missing playing this week judging by the swings he was making with the umbrella.


The famous (infamous) Barrie Burn on the 10th hole. Great to see it in the flesh.



A fantastic American golfer and true gentleman, Matt Kuchar. He came second in The Open last year.


A former Masters winner from Australia, Adam Scott.


Westie (Lee Westwood)  is one of our favourite players. He's from Worksop on the other side of Sheffield. Shame he supports Forest though as evidenced by the head covers...


This is Westie belting a cracking shot down the middle of the 14th.



Chris Woods. We watched him win the European PGA at Wentworth a couple of years ago. He's huge - 6 foot 8!


Mattie Fitzpatrick from the Hallamshire GC just over the hill from us in Sheffield.


And our last look at the Barrie Burn before we headed back to the station, tired but happy!


My niece has really looked after us this week. We were knackered after our big day out so she and her boyfriend Craig (who had only just back from the rig) walked the dogs for us, fed us and left us to collapse in front of the telly that evening. We were more sociable later in the week but that was all we could manage on Wednesday.



Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Golf and chocolate labrador

Never let it be said that I'm not responsive to my readers' requests. A couple of months ago I spent time with my niece's chocolate lab, Diesel but unaccountably failed to post pictures of him. Peridot drew this oversight to my attention (and rightly so).

Now we are holidaying with Diesel and I have not yet remedied my oversight. Shocking. So, just for you Peri - "Diesel, a life in pictures". (Photo credit to Diesy's mum Liz for some of them.)







We went for another beachy dog walk yesterday evening after a day shopping in Aberdeen for an outfit for me to wear to my youngest niece's wedding at the end of the month. I could fit into an old dress but, when I tried it on again, found I didn't like it.

Poor Richard - not his favoured holiday activity standing around in department stores but he was very helpful and reasonably patient and our trip was sucessful - 2 dresses, both heavily reduced and fascinator, shoes and wrap. That's more shopping than I do in a year!

I like these 2 of Liz and I.



This morning we played golf on Montrose Links. They were in fantastic condition and the weather was benign. A cracking front nine and a poor back....Rich beat me....boooo....







We were ravenous when we finished so dived into Roos bar for a burger......gorgeous tasting but greasy.  Then home, collapsed and by the time we summoned up the energy to move it was too late to do anything touristy so we ended up in a pub 2 mins from Liz's having a laugh with the locals and watching Rangers in some European Cup qualifier in Macedonia.

And finally a random shot of the lovely (grumpy) Minty sharing a hammock with me ie. sitting on my chest.