TLD x Jones Sunday bag
Cutting Pins | A Links Diary film
TLD No.10
I'm an artist and Shiskine is my canvas
A road trip to Goswick
It’s just golf, and I love it.
What might you find, hidden amongst the tat?
TLD No.9
The ridge, 17 at Western Gailes.
Corrie Golf Club on the Isle of Arran.
Creating a champion in the 1960's
Using a 20-degree Mizuno Hybrid.
TLD No. 8
Take it away Eric, the floor’s all yours.
Alright guys. Is this where we are now?
My golfing identity was in question, and my self-confidence on shaky ground.
No.4 Machrihanish Dunes Par 4 - 307 yards.
Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.
TLD No.7
This is RNGC, aka Royal Norton Golf Club. The sacred acre, as I call it
Just tell him to scoop it.
The mystery of a long-lost links.
Lawn mowing is a competitive pursuit.
TLD No.6
It is a place where the people of this island meet, laugh, forge lifelong friendships.
Even perceived spontaneity requires some planning.
He’s a colossal, intimidating man who all members avoid at all costs.
TLD No.5
Cleeve Hill is a time machine, a golfing artefact.
With a beaming smile Trevor takes the floor, and Carnoustie wins again.
It all started around 20 years ago with a win on eBay.
TLD No.4
Machrie Bay Golf Club on the Isle of Arran.
Reading this story may cause feelings of extreme envy.
A band of Brothers fixing one fairway at a time.
Playing The Old Course in reverse.
TLD No.3
Golf on the Isle of Skye.
There are some golf courses that never leave you.
Siven’s what ye need.
TLD No.2
Hickory in the making.
The story of how Scotland’s newest true links came to life.
When I joined the Marines they took my brain out.
TLD No.1
You can imagine why this man made me nervous on the golf course.
The year was 1744 and the city was Edinburgh.
What’s in a name?
Feature
Playing the original 12 holes of Prestwick.
The Roar of Royal St George's.
I bet they’re taking wagers on me coming up short.
One trip to Brora was enough to turn all of my illusions well and truly on their head.
A Day of Wonders by the North Sea
A fictional tale of Golf and Fatherhood
A journey to the sacred grounds of Scotland
The Himalayas at Prestwick
The best week of the year.
I watched a Hewitt. It gave me chills.
Golf has entered a new age.
I could play North Berwick every day.
The Captain, The Crofter, The Mayor and the Iona Open.
How to play golf with hickory clubs.
The day Jack and Seve turned up.
With a Rusted Wedge, Hand-me-down Putter and Three Top Flite Stratas.
The Road Hole.
A Golf Club is a kaleidoscope of opinion.
Excuse me, are these tables taken?
Sorrow is soon enough when it comes.
Golf seemed less complicated when I was fourteen.
We’ve all had that one moment when we believe that we can play this game.
Mrs Forman's.
My first visit to Brora was a happy accident.
For many people, turning forty can be a pivotal moment.
I asked myself - Does it actually matter?
Askernish, My Heart.
It’s a jarring question for steadfast golfers who’ve not jarred one themselves.
A course slowly being swept away by the sea.
My name is XXXXXXXX, and I’m hopelessly addicted.
To putt, or not to putt?
You’ve spotted one across the links.
You don’t fall in love straight away.
The difference was in the dirt.
5 pounds in the honesty box and off you go.
They’re Scottish, they will hug about eight times.
Morris, Braid, Ross, Mackenzie and more.
This course never lets you settle.
Wild and intriguing criss-crossing holes.
The Battle of Britain was fought high above the course.
The anticipation of something is half the fun of doing it.
Many of my happiest days had been spent in this special place.
Should we put 10 more pounds in the box?