We’re in St Andrews, the birthplace of golf, and what better way to introduce the kids to the sport than by visiting the British Golf Museum? It’s not a free museum but I think we got our money’s worth. It’s filled with cabinet after cabinet of old golf clubs, golf balls, trophies and medals and this bit the kids found fairly boring. Although we did learn that the first golf balls were made from leather and filled with feathers. The museum did have some activities for children as well and at the end was the pièce de résistance, the putting green complete with golf dressing-up clothes.
While we were clambering over the rocks we met a couple of Asian women who asked me to take a photograph of them with their camera. They wanted Elizabeth to pose in the photo with them which she did. Asians are always very taken with her blonde, curly hair and big blue eyes. I got the same fascinated treatment as a baby in Thailand.
It’s a hard life swanning about this cute coastal village. Ben’s not exactly having a tough time either. One night for him has been spent sipping champagne and another night spent tasting whiskey.
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