… to Inveraray.
I’ve got a smelly Labrador. I call him Old Plum Duff.
He can’t keep up for toffee, but he’s brilliant in the rough.
While others slash through thorns and gorse and curse their wayward shots,
He finds my ball in seconds in the most unlikely spots.
Amateur – 3rd verse – Christopher Matthew, Summoned by Balls
… to Killin:
Gervaise strode off the seventeenth green
And cursed like Attila the hun –
‘Oh how could I have been three holes up
And lost by two and one?’
Gervaise was not a man for words
When he had lost his rag;
He threw his putter in a bush,
And then he grabbed his bag.
He marched across the clubhouse lawn –
‘It’s more than I can take!’
He hoisted up his bag of clubs
And threw them in the lake
Extract from Second Thoughts – Christopher Matthew – Summoned by Balls
For Gervaise, Killin is conveniently sited on the banks of the fast-flowing River Lochay: