A chat with the venerable old starter reveals that the Championship course might be a little more open than the Struie, but that the wind in our faces might be a challenge on the outward nine.

So it proves. Popular opinion has it that this is in the top 3 of all Muffin venues, even ahead of Purley Chase and the last afternoon of tour proves to be a memorable one. Not so much for the scoring, but for the quality of the links, the individuality (memorability) of each hole and the views, bathed in sunshine.

Going out is difficult, especially if you have re-discovered the vicious hook, but coming home downwind much more straightforward. Tate has a two-shotter on or around the 14th but a 4-stab ensures not a lot of points and he berates himself with a stream of about ten vile adjectives and adverbs that has DJ and Mr. Grumpy falling about.

Scoring generally is not prolific, the par 3's, though not long are testing and something in the high 20's - low 30's proves the norm. Fat-Boy sneaks a late win with 32 points but it's not enough to catch Bainey who deservedly takes the Muffins Tour Trophy for the first time.

So, apart from a repeat excellent steak at the hotel, it's all over for another year. A vintage tour. The weather was kind, the courses memorable, the accomodation fine, the meals variable but sustaining and the beers numerous. As ever the company and camerarderie was exceptional.

Here's to the next one. We look forward to hearing from Nance as to the details.