We took a train from London to Edinburgh, then another train to Leuchars. From here we took a local bus into St. Andrews. See me sitting at the train station drinking a cup of tea and looking at the map? We are not lost. I just like looking at maps.

Bob in his element at The Royal and Ancient Golf Club. 

I bet they won't be happy about that huge divot Bob just made. 

Perhaps you know this: a golf course along coastal sand dunes is called a "links."
It's the oldest style of golf course. The word "links" comes from the Scottish Old
English word hlinc (yes, that "h" actually belongs with that word), which means
"rising ground, ridge." If this comes up on Jeopardy, now you'll know.

See that piece of castle braving the winds at the far left edge of land? That's where we ​sat getting sloshed on Kahlua and cream. 

While Bob plays golf, I am exploring history. And shops.

Look how young we were. This was before kids. Before marriage even. We were both thin. With no grey hair. And it was stylin' to wear your stone-washed faded ​jeans rolled up like that. Cheers!