Play misty for me

Nothing to do with the Clint Eastwood film but a reflection on the state of play at our local golf course. There is no play. A rare occurrence but, after the deluge yesterday, no surprise. There are some great views from up here on the course across to the Bass Rock in the East and up past the Forth bridges looking West, not today though. Today we have a dreich day and only the gorse managed to brighten it. Somewhere up ahead is the 17th green, which I manage to miss on many occasions - even when I can see it.