|St Salvator, the highest point in St Andrews|
|Richard Falconer and Oisin|
Because St Andrews is filled with religious and political violence, it is unsurprising that ghosts filled the place. We began actually at Trinity Church which was built over a graveyard, and where John Knox preached his first sermon. After this he so managed to get everyone's blood up that they went through the town and smashed all the statues and religious icons. This would never happen if they had TV cos they would have just not bothered coming out and watch Corrie while having chips and beans. Anyway, when they extended the church they did not bother exhuming the bodies and just built over them. As a result many of the buildings in the area - pubs, bookstores, restaurants - were haunted by ghosts as well as poltergeitsts. Do i believe in ghosts? I think that ghosts are an after image of people who have gone by - like echoes from a time before - or perhaps even to come. Oisin actually made a very accurate observation which was, going on the ghost tour actually made you not afraid of ghosts because he described them so matter of factly. Although i have to say that we were completely terrified later that night in the rather unghostly Premier Inn we stayed in and both of us had weied dreams. In my dream someone i had known in the past was very grumpy with me for what appeared to be no fault of mine - actually it was his fault that he was in the state he was in. He also looked really terrible. I felt quite sorry for him.
|The walk of the Veiled Nun|
Incindentally, these two beautiful places - this passage and the picture of the little chapel above - were frequented by Mary, Queen of Scots, who was later killed by Elizabeth I. I have to say that the architecture in St Andrews is second to none...
|St Andrew's Cathederal's ruins|
|At St Rule's tower|
|With Pa and Ghin at St Andrew's Cathederal|
We later met up with the rest of the family.
|Ghin on a pillar in the graveyard|
I think it is the impermanence of life which strikes you. Later as we walked the path back into town by the shoreline, Richard said that these castles which had been so bitterly fought over later fell into disuse and at one stage a farmer began to graze his sheep and plant potatoes in one of the fields. Imagine that, he said. People defended these places with their lives and then a few decades later it turns into a potato field.
So to all those warmongers and people who think that fighting over anything is worthwhile, i say, catch yourself on. It all becomes a potatoes field one day... and you - you will be buried in that potato field. Do the right thing man.
|Pa at Tom Morris Younger's grave|
|Goodbye to the Cathederal... there's Oisin's signed copy of the Ghost Tour of St Andrew|
|On the way back the sun came out and the mist lifted...|
|So we headed back to the Old Course|
|Here's Pa at the Clubhouse|
|The East Sands|
|Here we go! Fore!|
|What's with the red shirt?|
My dad took a golfing holiday to China with the Teo Chew Huay Kuan - or association. Is my dad Teo Chew. No he is not. He is Cantonese and Hokkien. It is like saying a French-English person has gone on an Italian Society tour with Italians. Anyway, on the tour, all the golfers wore this shirt. My dad therefore wanted to wear this shirt here, at St Andrews, so he could let everyone know that the Teo Chew association, in which he has friends, was at St Andrews. Much of my trip was composed of surreal moments like this. Other surreal moments are mostly unpublishable. But they still cause much amusement, nonetheless.
|Here is my dad who could not be happier that he had finally been to St Andrews...|