Gullane is a small town of a few thousand people a dozen miles east of Edinburgh. Gullane Hill stands out proud and solitary - according to locals, it was put there by God so it could be used for golf and nothing but. This is an account of a year the author and his family spent there.
A most remarkable and moving book. The more moving as I got it under rather sad circumstances following my cousin Andy's passing by. But this novel is part of Andy's passing through for me. A book that shows how rich this life can be. A sharp contrast ...
For a book about golf in Scotland I found it lacking stories about golf in Scotland. Plays St. Andrews and only spends about a page or two on it and that’s just talk about the Road Hole and Valley of Sin. Lots of mentions about how Murifeld is one of the best courses in the world but he only talks about the lunch he had there.
One of the more poignant of the “golf in Scotland sojourn” books as the author reminisces about his deceased father and relates his childhood experiences to the present day.
Simply magical. Deeply heartfelt and -- not incidentally -- really authoritative about golf, which the author obviously plays well. Highly recommended.