We got back from Suffolk at midnight on Thursday after our latest flying visit. We've got a few weeks before we return down south so we're going to make the most of our wonderful temporary home town of St Andrews. The weather could not have been better this weekend and it even tempted Marion onto her bike for the first time in months.
We headed to the iconic landmark - the cathedral - and then rode along the equally iconic sands and paid a quick visit to the regular farmers' market to stock up on some of the glorious local delicacies - it's a good job we aren't on that fasting diet anymore. For your information the diet didn't work for us. Perhaps we ate too much on the non-fasting days but we we didn't enjoy it and didn't lose any weight.
After the farmers' market we headed to the famous Old Course and watched a few minutes of the Dunhill Golf Championship - it was free admission on Saturday and I had a look at the trophy.
In the evening it was back into St Andrews to use some of our remaining Pizza Express vouchers and then a walk at sunset to the Jigger Inn at the Old Course Hotel for a few glasses of (frighteningly expensive) wine and a chance to do some celebrity spotting. Everyone was having their photo taken with a very tall guy. "Who is he?" I asked. "Dustin Johnson" the response. None the wiser I added "Is he a golfer?" and was almost hounded out of the home of golf for my ignorance - seems that he is.
After the wine we enjoyed the most spectacular firework display courtesy of Dunhill. It started with a lone piper on the little bridge on the course shrouded in red smoke and built up to a fabulous crescendo with wonderful backing music. It was a fantastic ten minute display enjoyed by hundreds of local people and a marquee full of famous faces.
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