Sunday started in glorious sunshine and a walk around the bay at Kippford, led by the gazelle-like Skelly Harper who had the brilliant idea of coming down to this part of the world (10/10 Skelly). Here we at last came across the ritualistic dolls that local fisherman, and sometimes a dispirited golfer or two, turn to when their luck runs out. Rumour had it that one player was spotted at the dead of night, wandering around like a sleep walker and offering the mysterious statues a dram of whisky in exchange for better luck the following day. By the time we found Powfoot golf course, we were more than ready for the bacon rolls awaiting us.