A recurrent feature when on the odd occasion Nance organises a tour, is his supposed influence over the weather. This is an urban myth. Therefore, the first morning of the tour proper (excluding the illicit practice by Nance, DJ and Tate on the day before) opens in pissing rain which appears to be set in for the day. In the event, it rains in patches and tries to clear later, but the omens for the unbroken sunshine enjoyed by the Mr. Grumpy-organised tours are not good.

The journey up to Dundee the previous day has been uneventful, but Big-Dave has filled Mr. Grumpy's car with enough bottled water, fruit drinks, Cadbury's mini-rolls, muesli bars and flapjacks to keep a small army fed leaving Fat-Boy to be compressed into the smallest space he's seen since the womb. Whilst doing so Tate, DJ and Nance are sampling the delights of the Old Course where, perhaps uniquely, Nance tries to play it with two contact lenses in the same eye. A dob into the Swilken Burn off the 18th tee is one of many chuckle-worthy moments that has Old Tom Morris turning in his grave.

However, at Downfield on "Day One Proper" Big-Dave makes a welcome maiden appearance and smashes one straight up the middle of 1st hole in the company of Tate and the Fat-Boy. Let the fun begin! 

In the event the "local's view" that it will clear up later is proved correct and the now monocular Nance takes the individual honours as well as the team performance in the company of Mr. Grumpy and DJ. On the 18th DJ has a bit of bunker trouble racking up at least 3 in the greenside trap taking an early camel lead for the tour that he never once looks like relinquishing.

A soup and sandwich lunch is blissfully free of either tomatoes or coronation chicken.


 