The (Adopted) Home of Golf: Life and golf lessons learned over a season in St. Andrews

Our first round at Lundin Golf Club was played in the afternoon on a 36-hole day, following a nap in the parking lot to sleep off the previous night’s pints. Expectations and energy levels were low. My husband, Nick, had heard of Lundin on a podcast months before, but, besides the basis (half Old Tom Morris, half James Braid; once an Open qualifier track), even he was in the dark.

We were in Scotland on a recon mission. Having spent the majority of our three-plus years together in various stages of lockdown, we’d made a pact to make up for lost time when the world reopened. Nick rejected the idea of quitting our jobs and backpacking, so I made the one pitch I knew he couldn’t refuse: What if we planted ourselves in Fife for a golf season?

This article was originally published in issue no. 32 of The Golfers Journal. Read the full story by creating a free account.
Photography by Tom Shaw.

The opening spread of our TGJ article. The image shows Nick putting while Haley holds the flag, with the village of Lundin in the background.

Another spread from the print edition features copy on the left page, with a photo on the right page that features Haley swinging while Nick looks on.

Nick takes a photo of Haley eating an ice cream cone in the village of Anstruther.