I overslept due to severe jet lag, got started late and didn't get to the course until 10:10. As I hustled to the range, I noticed North was already out there hitting balls. As I walked up, he was being pulled aside by a TV crew for an interview. "I'm late," I told him. He grinned. "Can a caddie get fired on his first day? Is that possible?" he joked.
I went over to his bag to wait, took the towel over his bag and dipped it into one of the buckets of water located behind the hitting area. A good caddie always has a towel with one wet end so he can wipe down clubs and golf balls. North already had two dirty clubs from hitting balls so I spiffed them up. Just part of the job.
Thence during its outward journey it skirts the sandhills on the landward side, and one or two of the holes are just a little inland in character and not particularly entertaining. The homeward journey is, on the whole, the more fascinating, and from the eleventh hole onwards there are a succession of hills and valleys of a truly heroic character. If, however, there are one or two dullish holes on the way out, the course begins splendidly with as good a two-shot hole as can well be; too good a hole almost to play so early before the match has had time to develop. BERNARD DARWIN on Portrush