To continue my Scottish golf chronicles: I had booked a morning tee time at Dunbar on Thursday, intending to play on my own and get a bit of practice, but the evening before I was asked by a senior member if I wouldn't mind escorting a young freelance golf journalist around the course - Becky Gee is @girloncourse on Twitter, and here's a photo I took of her on the 4th tee:
She has a 2 handicap and a really lovely swing (but took four shots to get out of one of the deep greenside bunkers on the 15th hole), and she's good friends with some of the better English LPGA players like Charley Hull. She also did her masters in history at the University of St. Andrews, and we share similar tastes in golf course architecture...needless to say, we had plenty to talk about on our way round.
Then, yesterday it was round two of my Club Championship qualifying, and I went off just after 11:00. I was -1 after six but then bogeyed 7, 8, 9 and 10 and double-bogeyed 11 - just running out of gas after a very tiring week. I tried to fight back, but after pars on 12 and 13, I horseshoed a two-foot par putt on 14 that came right back to me, and then when I carelessly stabbed at the ball, I got a 90-degree lip-out. And then, after trying to regather my thoughts, I must have still been in a daze, because I didn't even touch the hole with my third two-footer on the hole. That was pretty much that. I doubt that episode would have mattered; it's hardly rained at all over the past two weeks, so the course is getting really firm and fiery, and I didn't think I was going to beat my 77 from Round 1. So I'll still need to shoot 73 or 74 next week to get into the top 16 and qualify for match play. I don't fancy my chances, but at least the course is playing short enough that my biggest weakness (in theory) is largely negated.