Kyle,
You cannot imagine the thrill that looking at these photographs of Carnoustie gave me as I sit here in Australia sipping my red wine. I have caddied on this course probably 100 times as a youth and to see and have a photograph or two of each hole is just wonderful.
Two wee stories.
The first happened on the 6th on Hogan’s Alley. The chap I was caddying for, Uncle Ivor, hit his second with a fairway wood and nobody saw the ball flight at all. Consternation all round. As the foursome tried to make some sense of this the wee caddy, my good self, picked up the divot, returned to the scar and stamped it down with my foot. I felt what seemed like a round pebble beneath my foot as I did this and in a moment of inspiration realised that it could well be the ball; which indeed it was! Top marks to the caddy and an extra Mars bar at the tea house (after the 10th. hole?).
More interesting by far, for me, is if you look in your first photo of the 18th. hole on the tee described as
“Driving over and staying between the elegant curves of the Burn is job #1.”
on the extreme left, about half-way up your frame and scrolled to the left, you can make out a small two-storey white house with a bay window in the upper storey. The house was called “Lismore” and we lived there as a family for 2-3 years. In that bay-window in 1953 I sat as a three year old on my Mum’s knee and witnessed “The Wee Ice Mon”, Ben Hogan, putt out on the eighteenth green for his one and only Open.
So many memories of countless evenings “roaming in the gloaming” were evoked of by your masterful presentation.
Once again a thousand thanks for this delightful sequence of photographs.
Cheers Colin