It’s cold, and windy, and wet… and fantastic.
When we arrived in Scotland in July, it wasn’t snowing. That was the good news. But it was raining and breezy, like a tropical storm only cold. We were a group of 12, and we stayed in the in the southwest corner of the country, in the quaint little town of Ayr.
During the afternoon of that first day, my friend and I walked along a road that bordered the Prestwick Golf Club. Looking out from this perspective, you can’t really identify what you’re seeing as a golf course. There are no trees, it’s fairly flat, and you don’t notice any flags or fairways. It looks more like an undeveloped piece of land rather than the course where the British Open began.
Prestwick 11th Hole — prestwickgc.co.uk
