Scotland Bound: I’m headed to the auld country…for two months!

Scotland Bound: I’m headed to the auld country…for two months!

A Flat with a View -- Here's what awaits us from our third-floor apartment in the heart of the Kelso town square. I snapped this pic in 2011 when we spent two weeks there. Now? Two months. Woohoo!

A Flat with a View -- Here's what awaits us from our third-floor apartment in the heart of the Kelso town square. I snapped this pic in 2011 when we spent two weeks there. Now? Two months. Woohoo!

Yep, you read that right. The stars have aligned in my favor. Big time!

Come Thursday, I will board a plane bound for London's Heathrow Airport, where I’ll meet up with my wife and youngest daughter. They’ve been in London the past week. My better half works for a software firm with clients throughout the UK, Europe and the Middle East she can more readily support from there than here. I make my living as a writer (not via this venture…at least not yet!). So all I really need is a good Internet connection and I’m good to go.

So here we go!

Once reunited, we’ll rent a car at LHR and make the six-hour drive north to Kelso—a small town in the heart of the Scottish Borders about 40 miles south of Edinburgh. We’ll set up camp there, plugging in various and sundry connectivity devices to ensure we remain gainfully employed. And, if all goes according to plan, we won’t return to our home in Southern California until Thanksgiving.

Now, if any of my clients happen to read this, I want to assure them that I’ll continue to deliver the goods during this stretch—as always on time, on point and on budget. You are my No. 1 priority, vocationally speaking

But, as this site attests, I also have an avocation. So I plan to take full advantage of the eight-hour time difference between Scotland and Los Angeles (8 a.m. GMT is midnight PDT) to: 1) reacquaint myself with many of the Scottish links courses I’ve already played; 2) introduce myself to several of the classics I’ve yet to tour: and 3) hopefully stumble upon a few unheralded gems along the way. At least as long as the weather holds out!

Just as importantly, I’ll document my experiences here. Hard to imagine a better way to get this little popsicle stand up and running.

Now as fate would have it, I’ll be winging my way across the Atlantic at precisely the same time the Scottish people will be heading to the polls to decide their future with the UK—and when the Royal & Ancient Golf Club in St. Andrews will be announcing the results of a vote on whether or not to allow women to become members. You can’t make this stuff up.

Make no mistake: Thursday is going to be one whopper of a day for Scotland. And, as it turns out, it’s pretty big dang deal for the Wee Egg Mon, too.

Fore!

Everyone’s safe and accounted for, including (most importantly?) my sticks

Everyone’s safe and accounted for, including (most importantly?) my sticks

Golf in the Kingdom: The truth seeker’s guide to the game's mystical qualities

Golf in the Kingdom: The truth seeker’s guide to the game's mystical qualities