Sun, sand, champagne, Scotland: there’s not much more you could ever want, but to have an alignment of these four in the month of October is rare. It had been quite some time since the Cusackian feet had last graced the cobbles of the beloved ‘auld grey toun’ – the Royal Burgh of St Andrews – but a friend got in touch on a Monday morning with the provocative text “Scotland Friday?” I couldn’t resist.
Tatty and Tessa provided much amusement, and the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards hosted a cracking afternoon of beach polo followed by a long, bibulous evening in their Officers’ Mess at Leuchars. I even ran into my old tutor, the Rt Rev Dr Ian C Bradley, now Principal of St Mary’s.
The auld grey toun flourishes…