St. Andrews Sojourn: Two Years at Home on the Old Course

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The Old Course at St. Andrews is the great hallowed ground of golf, and it was there that George Peper was playing in 1983 when he hit a slice so hideous that he never found the ball. But in looking for it, he came across a for sale sign on a stone town house alongside the famed 18th hole. Two months later he and his wife, Libby, became the proud owners of 9A Gibson Place. Twenty years later, they moved in and settled in the "Auld Grey Toon," in the land of golf, single malt scotch, haggis, bagpipes, and ...

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The Old Course at St. Andrews is the great hallowed ground of golf, and it was there that George Peper was playing in 1983 when he hit a slice so hideous that he never found the ball. But in looking for it, he came across a for sale sign on a stone town house alongside the famed 18th hole. Two months later he and his wife, Libby, became the proud owners of 9A Gibson Place. Twenty years later, they moved in and settled in the "Auld Grey Toon," in the land of golf, single malt scotch, haggis, bagpipes, and television licenses, where the neighbors had accents thicker than a North Sea fog.

When he isn't attempting to break par on the Old Course, Peper immerses himself in the local golf culture: He learns the rituals for ordering a drink at the Royal & Ancient Golf Club (est. 1754), where he becomes the first American elected to the Club Committee; endures homesickness (in the form of "Pre-Masters Post-Partum Syndrome"); and meets intriguing locals such as his neighbor Gordon Murray, quite possibly the only caddie to store his caddie bib in the trunk of a Mercedes, and Wee Raymond Gatherum, a magnificent shotmaker whose diminutive stature belies his skills.

Wry, warm, and witty, St. Andrews Sojourn will delight anyone who has played — or dreamed of playing — the Old Course.

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"If you've ever played up the 18th fairway of the Old Course, alongside the stately stone dwellings that line it on the right, and wondered what it would be like to live there — for a month or a year or a lifetime — you will want to read this extraordinary book." — James W. Finegan, author of Blasted Heaths and Blessed Greens

"Under the Tuscan Sun for golfers." — Booklist

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743262835
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster
  • Publication date: 6/5/2007
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 688,982
  • Product dimensions: 6.12 (w) x 9.25 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

George Peper, currently editor at large for Links magazine, was editor in chief of Golf Magazine for twenty-five years and is the bestselling author of fifteen previous books. In 1999, his script for the documentary The Story of Golf was nominated for an Emmy Award. He lives in St. Andrews, Scotland.

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Chapter One: The Slice of My Life

It was a ghastly, careening push-slice — the mongrel of all golf shots — that changed the course of my life. Okay, maybe that's a bit breathless, but there's no question that the banana ball I perpetrated on July 16, 1983, was the finest shot I've ever missed.

The scene was the 18th tee of the most famous golf course in the world, the Old Course at St. Andrews, Scotland. As the editor-in-chief of Golf Magazine, I'd been invited, along with half a dozen or so colleagues from other American golf publications and newspapers, on a pre-British Open boondoggle, courtesy of a man named Frank Sheridan.

Sheridan had purchased the Old Course Hotel, the modern five-story monster that looms inharmoniously over the penultimate hole of the ancient links, the balconies of its sixty deluxe rooms jutting impudently outward from a chunky stucco frame. When the hotel first opened, back in 1968, Henry Longhurst aptly described it as "a dresser with its drawers pulled out," and despite its advantageous location, the place had never really caught on.

Sheridan, however, was determined to transform the hotel (which he'd rechristened the Old Course Golf & Country Club) into Scotland's premier hostelry, and to help make his point he'd drafted Jack Nicklaus and Seve Ballesteros to launch a weekend-long celebration with a head-to-head match on the Old Course, to be reported upon by us conscripted scribes.

But at the eleventh hour, there arose what the Scots refer to as a wee glitch. Commandeering a tee time on the Old Course is not a simple matter, even if your names are Nicklaus and Ballesteros. The St. Andrews Links Trust — which controls play on all six of the town's courses — had ruled that Sheridan's circus would not come to town — it would create too much disruption to the regular Saturday morning play. And so, rather hastily, the battle of the titans had been relegated to Ladybank, a comparatively unknown parkland course in a nearby town of the same name.

"It's just down the road — you'll see the sign," said the hotel porter on the appointed morning as I headed out the door to my rental car along with Golf Digest's Ross Goodner, Ron Coffman of Golf World, and Furman Bisher, the venerable and feisty sports columnist for the Atlanta Constitution.

Down the road Ladybank was, but a bit farther down the road than we'd expected. We'd driven roughly ten miles, all four of us craning our necks at every little sign, placard, and poster, when Bisher boomed from the back seat, "Aw hell, why don't we just forget about it and go play some golf."

It was an offer none of us could refuse. And so, approximately 300 yards short of the intersection I now know to be signposted "Ladybank," I U-turned my Vauxhall Viva and headed back to St. Andrews.

Up to the first tee of the Old Course we marched and lo and behold there was an open slot. Today this would never happen, and even back in July of 1983 it was relatively astounding. What was even more remarkable, however, was that upon learning of our good fortune, all four underpaid and overprivileged members of the golf media immediately reached into our pockets and not only paid to play but sprung for caddies. (My colleagues, I assumed, had the same intention I had — to do some creative writing at expense account time.)

Four blissful hours later, we were tramping back into the lobby of the hotel, bags over our shoulders, when suddenly we found ourselves the focus of some highly unwanted attention. There, in the center of the lobby, standing in a semicircle and looking directly at us, were Nicklaus, Ballesteros, and Sheridan, in the middle of a press conference with our invited colleagues, including the BBC, with its klieg lights glaring and cameras rolling. Absolutely horror-struck, I moved into "perp walk" mode, shoulders hunched, head bowed, hand shading brow.

Old Furman had no such compunctions. Striding straight up to Nicklaus, he said, "Jack, we're awfully sorry we didn't come to watch you boys down at Ladybank, but you see, we were able to get a tee time on the Old Course!"

It was during that illicit round that I hit the fateful slice of my life. Understand now, the home hole at the Home of Golf lies seamlessly side by side with the opening hole, comprising a target the approximate breadth and contour of Nebraska. But as any devout golfer knows, the Old Course is not just a golf course, it's a shrine — golf's version of the Vatican — and number 18 is its culmination, its Sistine Chapel, the last place you want to demonstrate a proclivity to stray.

Moreover, running along the entire right edge of the hole is a sturdy, gleaming white fence, marking out of bounds, and just beyond that fence, across a narrow street, is a row of stately slate-roofed townhouses, their bulging bay-windowed facades adding considerably to the intimidation of the final tee shot. Yes, when a golfer puts his peg in the ground at number 18 on the Old, every fiber in his being tells him "Don't go right."

Which of course I did, with a swing so convulsive that, from the moment the ball left the clubface all four players and all four caddies knew it was gone, destined for not grass but glass — or steel or granite or human flesh or some calamitous combination of them all.

Curiously, however, it just disappeared, diving without bounce or clank into the nether regions of the gray stone neighborhood. I never found that ball. But while searching for it I did find something else — a For Sale sign. Incredibly, the bottom two floors of one of those townhouses — 2,000 square feet of private residence — was on the market, and fate had drawn me (actually sliced me) to it.

On Monday morning, instead of heading down to Birkdale with my cohorts, I phoned the listing broker and asked the price. When I heard it, my heart skipped a beat — £45,000, or about $65,000 at the then prevailing exchange rate. The previous owner, an elderly woman, had died earlier that year and left everything in the hands of lawyers and accountants who had been instructed to accept the first offer to hit the asking price. In six weeks, no such offer had been received.

I took a quick walk through the place and that evening called home for permission. My wife, although a confirmed nongolfer, had been to St. Andrews and I knew she liked the town.

"The interior's not in great shape," I said, "but that's okay — the layout is ideal, the rooms are big, the ceilings are high, and there are four working fireplaces. Besides, we're never going to actually live here — it's an investment. We can rent it to students to help with the carrying costs, and in the summers it'll be free if we want to visit. I know it's a chunk out of our savings, honey, but wait until you see the view."

Happily, she didn't need much selling. And so, two months later in a solicitor's office in Dundee, George and Libby Peper became the proud owners of 9A Gibson Place, St. Andrews, Fife.

Copyright © 2006 by George Peper

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Table of Contents


1 The Slice of My Life

2 Transatlantic Landlord

3 An End and a Beginning

4 Dogged Pursuit

5 Arrival

6 Two Andrews

7 Round One

8 Molishing

9 The Saint Hood

10 Perfect Golf

11 In at Last

12 Gordon

13 Show Me Your Papers

14 Window Office

15 The Club

16 Tescoid Anthropology

17 Wooing the Old Lady

18 A Special Experience

19 Pedo-phile

20 Playing Backwards

21 Having a Wee Flutter

22 21 Ways to Get on the Old Course

23 A Different World

24 Happy Anniversary

25 Other Courses, Other Charms

26 Rifts and Schisms

27 A Matter of Trust

28 Did It — with Sir Michael!

29 Nice Measurements

30 Victoria's Vase

31 On His Majesty's Secret Service

32 The Night I Kissed the Captains' Balls

33 The Wedge-Away

34 The Partisans

35 Reunion

36 Winter Wonderland

37 Stalking Prince William

38 Dazzled by a Puffin Crossing

39 Two Trips Home

40 Herbicide

41 Summer Son

42 50,000 People in Our Backyard

43 Home



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  • Posted July 28, 2010

    A truly entertaining book. What a great read!!

    As a new golfer, I wasn't sure what to think of a golf book. What a wonderful surprise! I was truly entertained. George Peper showed me a more complete view of St Andrews - not just the amazing course for the Open. I laughed at his stories and adventures, as well as his interesting neighbors. Having lived in the UK for several years, I smiled when he had to take the dreaded driving test. And how I remember longing for a juicy filet mignon and delicious Jersey tomatoes. I can relate to his drive to conquer the course. Golf does that to you. I only hope to one day play all the courses at St. Andrews. I enjoyed the book so much, I purchased it for friends.

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