Easter Sunday

It's been a great weekend and this morning, I thought it was appropriate to formally signal the beginning of summer and don the shorts:

The view up the Dee at the 12th:

Bill and Dick waiting at the 12th tee:

and, of course, there was, a little belatedly, the small matter of the formal presentation of the Winter Grand Prix trophy to Jack, who is now trawling the internet in search of Rusty Nail recipes for Boat of Garten: