Aygwoe.

 

It's insanely early but the sun is already out and so are the golfers.

We try to park by the links but a gentleman in a day glo yellow vest bangs aggressively on the car roof and announces " Ye canny park there. It's fur Aygwoe ". 'Aygwoe' it transpires is the AIG Womens Open or , as seen on the yellow parking signs that have suddenly sprouted everywhere , AIGWO.

All of ten yards away we find an Aygwoe approved parking spot opposite the hotel that had the lead stolen from its roof. Angus mutters about 'officialdom'. A good grumble cheers him up considerably. We head off for a coffee. This morning the golfers gender balance is evenly split. Usually it's 95% male but today a large crowd of slim American ladies are standing around waiting for their tee off time. They have a steely determination to them that hints this is no 'friendly' golf tournament. In recent weeks a medium sized town of marquees and bleachers has sprung up to cater for them. A fleet of large Mercedes saloons - some black other silver - are dropping more of their number off at the course entrance. All have AIGWO decals on their front doors.  Seems that golf is BIG business.