Crazy duffers

Like devout muslims performing the haj--or pilgrimage--to mecca, golf enthusiasts come to St. Andrews, Scotland, to visit the birthplace of golf.

Even though it was raining heavily on this Sunday afternoon, diehard fans of the sport, and us, were wandering the links of the Old Course behind the the Royal and Ancient Clubhouse on the 18th hole. It seems the course is closed on Sundays, so anyone can walk the fairways.

While it didn't mean that much to me, Chris would chuckle every once in a while or comment that the water hazards and sand traps looked quite difficult.

St. Andrews has more than just golf and, until recently had Prince William. Yes ladies, the future King of England lived here while attending University.

The town also features the largest cathedral in all of Scotland, although it's nothing more than a skeleton on the sea. I'm not exactly sure what happened to it, but now it serves as a cemetery.

We didn't spend much time on the labryntian streets of St. Andrew. We had rented a car and on a whim, decided to make the hour-long journey north of Edinburgh. We made it back just in time (seriously) to see our 6:30 film at the film festival.

The film, called ICEBERG was a story about a woman who gets locked in a freezer at the fast food restaurant in which she works and then starts obsessing about icebergs. The movie was all physical comedy with very little dialogue and it stars the filmmakers who made it. 

They showed up after the film for a Q+A session. I thought it was a little odd to be sitting 10 feet away from two people that had been naked on screen just a few moments before.

That's all I've got for now. I am currently writing from Chris's blackberry and it's hard to type. The good news is that we can receive email anywhere and respond from anywhere.

Feel free to email us at cswblake@hahnlaw.com. We will be on the road all day Monday and would love to hear from you.