Members and friends gathered at the Scotch Malt Whisky Society "Vaults"
right in the heart of Leith to celebrate the 268th anniversary of the signing of the original rules of golf.
Our guest speaker was Sir Charles Fraser, past captain of Muirfield
golf club and a member of our Statue Committee.
After an excellent meal, Brian Graham, our Society Secretary, welcomed
In reply, Sir Charles spoke warmly about Muirfield, describing how he had been accepted as a member
a long time ago. However, he did not confine himself to
past times, as he showed a talent not known to many of our members
by reciting a poem he had written just the day before after a
particularly difficult round. We are delighted to
reproduce it here ...
Golf in a gale at
(A parody of John Betjeman's "Seaside Golf" which began "How straight it
flew, how long it flew")
How squint it flew, how short it flew, a horrible quick hook,
And well the Muirfield rough I knew, it wasted time to look.
Farewell a brand new Titlist One,
Golf in a gale just isn't fun.
I sliced my next, well to the right, but strangely found
And from the lie, a little tight, I thinned it o'er the wall.
Goodbye a horrid Top Flight Eight,
Golf in a gale I really hate
At the fourth the wind was strong, I hit a five dead on
But, gale-borne, it was much too long, yet still I thought I'd win.
But pitching back on the wrong line,
A bunker meant I scored a nine.
The Muirfield wind straight from the west, it really
makes me frown.
Golf in a gale I just detest but, "is the wind dying down?"
And I've a kummel-fuelled lunch
I'll play superbly - after lunch!