Andrew Greig is a poet, novelist, philosopher and climber. (He might even consider himself a golfer.)
After a near death experience he resumes the childhood sport that protected him from his abject misery at Dollar Academy.
Golf.
He’s clearly a decent golfer, but rusty. In this philosophical musing on his life and the merits of golf, whether competitive or solo, he visits 18 golf courses (nearly all in Scotland) from the bizarre and almost never played in the likes of Gigha, North Ronaldsay and Iona, via the better known but still relatively obscure Shiskine on Arran (personally my favourite golf course), to better know and championship courses like North Berwick, Nairn, Forres and Royal Dornach.
It’s not a sporting handbook and it’s not a philosophy on life. I mean it is a bit of both. But, taken in totality, it’s actually an inspiring self help manual on how to value life, love and, yes, sport so that golf can be something to inspire and fulfil your life rather than, like I do, break clubs in frustration.
I may learn from it. I hope so.
It’s an interesting read for anyone who harbours any sort of interest in this noble game.
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