Bogey vs Birdie

I awoke the morning after the wedding to find I was in the Dalmahoy hotel. After a splendid breakfast with K in which I would have eaten all I could eat except I didn't have enough time, I recalled our trip there at 1:30 in the morning. Actually I didn't forget the journey but I'm thinking maybe K didn't remember as much as me. The Dalmahoy is a beautiful hotel with stunning views down the golf course to the Edinburgh skyline. We met up with the rest of the family after brunch and when we got settled in a lounge near the bar, I decided to take a wander. I watched the golfers heading out onto the course and imagined a life in which I could afford to stay at a hotel like this all the time. In the meantime I'm mingling with the wealthy and they haven't even noticed that I don't belong! Golf is an unusual to me in it's strict adherence to tradition. I noticed that at the clubhouse, it had a sign on the wall that warned, denim of any kind was strictly forbidden and shorts "must be tailored!" I like it at the same time, it's nice to have a respectful dress code, like being in school. Well it's back to reality now, I had a wonderful time visiting with K's family...Leith here I come!