My mother's ancestors were from Scotland, more specifically Ayrshire. They came over in the late 1600s.
My golfing buddies and I spend a week in your country in 2003, playing the Old Course, Royal Troon, Carnoustie, King's Barns, Prestwick, among others. It was a glorious time, walking the ground where my family had lived.
At St. Andrews, one morning I woke up to sunny skies and white, puffy clouds, the first time I'd seen the sun in five days. The lady in the golf shop said, "It's about the first time this year."
Temperatures ran 65-70 daytime in late July. The lady in the golf shop related that in 2,000, when Tiger Woods won the Open, they had a heat wave. "It was awful," she said. "We sweated and sweltered, and were just plain miserable. It got up to 80 degrees every day."
I laughed, thinking about the 90s daily in Western Kentucky in July.
It was a wonderful week in Scotland for me and I'll never forget it.