Whisky Magazine Issue 57
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Dave enjoys a spot of midsummer madness in Orkney
It helps to have luminous balls. This is as true a maxim as any I've heard tonight. Imagine the uses! Life would somehow be so much easier, especially if one is playing golf at midnight... as I was.
Before you jump to conclusions, despite my Scottish heritage, I am not a golfer ~ or as now been proven at least not a daytime one. Midnight golf is a different sport altogether. For starters it can really only be played in the middle of summer in the extreme north of the country ~ in this case Orkney.
It has its own rules. Luminous balls is a given. Employing a spotter to work out where your ball has landed is handy. If not, play the first ball you come across.
I had come to the conclusion (after losing a luminous ball) that the best solution to the lost ball scenario was to allow the rest of the party to ‘play through' (as I believe the terminology has it), then use their shadowy figures as a target for your next shot.
Hitting someone, while unfortunate, at least gives you a clear indication of where your ball is. If there is silence then you can search in the other direction.
It made sense at midnight. Well, as much sense as anything does when you are wandering around the Orkney Golf Club barely able to see in front of you.
“Aye,” says the professional, “it's called midnight golf but the locals usually finish round about this time. It's not meant to be taken literally.” He gives his luminous number a mighty clatter. It too disappears, never to be found. We pause...