Long before I was a golfer, I was in love with Scotland. One of my babysitters was a lady named Christine Watt, who, along with her husband, Charles, was on a teacher exchange program. Mrs. Watt would tell me stories of Scotland. Charles showed up in church in full kilt. I was fascinated with Loch Ness, broken castles, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Walter Scott, Kenneth Graeme, James Herriot, Alistair MacLean and Robert Louis Stevenson. My Grandfather participated in Burns Night celebrations, and could quote the poet by heart. I actually like the sound of bagpipes.
To actually visit there is a lifelong dream. And not just for the golf.