Thanks for your video clip on St Andrews and places to stay. Loved the shot of the Castle, when I was young I climbed the sea face to get into the Castle from the beach. The security guy’s did not seem happy and I was escorted to the main gate.

I no longer live in St Andrews, so keep up the show as it bring back memories of my family some came from St Andrews & Prestwick (The Morris’ from St Andrews and the Hunter’s from Prestwick). My fathers home was 6 Pilmour Links.

Melvyn

Favourite Open? Well, coming from New Zealand, it has to be Bob Charles 1963 win. I was only a kid at the time, but Charles became an instant hero, and we couldn’t wait to get a couple of clubs and get to a golf course “to be like him.”

My first clubs were an old Brassie, a hickory shaft 5; 6; 9. And the putter was made by my Dad from a beaten-out steel chair leg! Crikey! And this was in the sixties.

John

George

Keep up your good work. Many thanks!

Jerry

My greatest memory of the Open was choosing not to watch play at Carnoustie when Paul Lawrie won. We had a very important Church meeting in Edinburgh with a living prophet and an apostle of God and thought it wise to listen to him, rejecting the worldly desire of golf, and expect an apostolic blessing. I drove to the meeting listening to the radio reports of the golf, listened intently to all that was aid, and when we came out of the meeting, having been spiritually fed, I turned the radio back on. For the next half hour we listened to Paul Lawrie’s winning of the Open as Jean Van de Velde capitulated. I went home a very very happy man. I watched the videoed play the following day and while saddened by Jean’s collapse, I admired him for trying to win it the right way, until he went into the water, which was just plain nuts.

What was my reward for choosing the right on the sabbath day? A Scottish open winner at a Scottish venue.

It still smells sweet and delicious to the taste.

Now why does a man with an English dialect love SCOTLAND so much? Because God blessed us with a promised land of plenty, with trout streams, salmon rivers, deer filler hills and valley, luxurius heather, perfect links land and the bravest and funniest, sometimes idiotic people in the whole world, where the scenery is the most breathtaking on the planet.
I was wondering what great things we had done to have such Divine favour and in prayer I said “Thank you Lord. Could it get any better? “And I clearly heard him say to me, “Robert, I could have given you better neighbours to the south.” Stay strong in the Gospel and keep holy the sabbath day.
I no longer play golf on Sunday. .