My Player is Moira Dunn
Our EasyJet flight out of Geneva to Liverpool was delayed and we almost didn’t get to the Hertz counter in time before it shutdown for the night At the stroke of midnight, our awaiting chariot would have morphed into a pumpkin but we made in by fifteen minutes. Spared us from spending the night there and starting in the morn.
Rick had secured the rental and was comfortable with driving on the left side of the road. He had previous experience with varying degrees of success. Julieta’s gps was a godsend. I got to sleep instead of navigating via the turn-by-turn instructions printed from Google maps but for Rick, it was balls-to-the-wall driving. Making very good time, he did not squander the opportunity to fit in a couple coffee breaks and a snore-fest at one of the numerous rest areas. I awoke now and then by the thumping noise tires on the rumble strips, warning of impending departure from the paved surface, but so did Rick. He kept it on the fairway most of the trip.
We arrived at the Abertay Guest House around 7 AM just in time for Kate (our host along with her husband Karl) to make us our first, and probably my last, full Scottish breakfast of the week. Ham, sausages, blood pudding, egg, hash browns, mushrooms, baked beans and tomato! Tomorrow, it’ll be just coffee.
The Abertay is about fifteen minutes, without traffic, from Carnoustie and on the bus line. May come in handy if I can’t get a ride from Rick. The tournament does not have enough cars to make caddie runs.
Beat Moira to the course and we touched ‘em all with no one pushing us. The clubs had not yet arrived via the lorry and the tee sheet was ominously empty. Time for plenty of chipping, putting and course strategy planning. Of course, when the wind changes direction and starts to gale, you start all over. I hit the wall on the twelfth tee. Sleep depravation got the best of me. My legs turned rubbery and I started to babble. Almost tripped over the tee marker.
Continuous travel woes are plaguing the tour. The luggage truck arrived earlier than promised but it didn’t help one player who used the transport for her bags and clubs. Forgot she packed her passport in one of the pieces and can’t get out of France until obtaining a replacement. Also, Mariajo Uribe was planning to play in the Monday qualifier but her agent applied for her visa starting Monday instead of Sunday. She too couldn’t leave and get there in time. Went home instead. That’s an expensive mistake.