More than a game: A tactical error

Trying to outfox the Scottish weather is like trying to play a mind trick on Derren Brown. You'll never succeed and will probably end up looking foolish.

Week 15: Inverallochy

Date: 31 January

Weather: Uncommonly warm

Greens: Summer

Mats: Yes

Preferred Lies: Yes

In the entrance hall at Inverallochy Golf Club there?s a signed photo of Mark O?Meara. It commemorates the time he visited the course. After our round we debated why the two-time Major winner would have travelled to this north-east golfing outpost. Maybe he has a distant relative who hailed from the small fishing village or perhaps he?s an avid twitcher and was interested in the colonies of seabirds living in the area. Moving further into the realms of fantasy, we wondered if the R&A had tasked him with reconnoitering the Buchan venue as a possible destination for future Open Championships. After much conjecture we decided it was just that someone had played a cruel trick on him.

Although it?s a long way to Inverallochy (1 hour 40 minutes in fact) we almost made it without a wrong turning. But, within sight of the clubhouse I attempted an off road route through a lady?s back garden. Luckily I realised my mistake before ploughing through her washing line. Apparently it wouldn?t have been the first time her bloomers had been scattered down the first fairway.

My newly instituted clothing technique backfired this week. Sporting more layers than the Beckham?s wedding cake, I was fully prepared to endure another battle against the bitter cold and the ferocious wind. But, in an amazing twist of fate, the weather was rather pleasant. It was 10? and the wind was minimal. Halfway through the back nine I realised I was sweating. It was sort of like a Formula One team opting for the wrong tyre strategy. No matter how well the driver performs he?s never going to keep up with the guys whose teams got it right.

I won?t beat around the bush. Inverallochy is not the best course on the Alliance circuit. But to the club?s credit, the greens were in excellent condition: very fast for the time of year and extremely true. I?m convinced, however, the holes were not regulation size. I can?t see any other reason for the number of putts I missed. They included a three-footer for eagle and a pair of two-footers for bogey.

When it comes to golf I?m like Jekyll and Hyde. My long game is competent but my short game is woeful. Just like last week I played well from tee to green but showed a bizarre lack of skill and finesse from 30 yards in. Good Fergus thinks I?ll eventually learn to chip and putt becoming a force to be reckoned with on the links. Unfortunately, Evil Fergus thinks I?ll never manage it and will endure a lifetime of duffs, thins and lip-outs.

Cormack rejoined our three-ball this week for the first time since his Hooters Tour expedition to Florida. He confirmed he?s not fazed by a return to Scottish winter courses and slightly less clement weather as he fired an impressive 61 (-4). He finished the competition as joint winner. Stewart and I trailed behind with 69 (+4) and 68 (+3) respectively. It looks like we can forget winning the fivers for at least the next couple of weeks. That is, until Cormack goes back to the States.

Fergus Bisset
Contributing Editor

Fergus is Golf Monthly's resident expert on the history of the game and has written extensively on that subject. He is a golf obsessive and 1-handicapper. Growing up in the North East of Scotland, golf runs through his veins and his passion for the sport was bolstered during his time at St Andrews university studying history. He went on to earn a post graduate diploma from the London School of Journalism. Fergus has worked for Golf Monthly since 2004 and has written two books on the game; "Great Golf Debates" together with Jezz Ellwood of Golf Monthly and the history section of "The Ultimate Golf Book" together with Neil Tappin , also of Golf Monthly. 

Fergus once shanked a ball from just over Granny Clark's Wynd on the 18th of the Old Course that struck the St Andrews Golf Club and rebounded into the Valley of Sin, from where he saved par. Who says there's no golfing god?