I'm not sure what it is, but of late I have been feeling the desire to play a round of golf the way it often is in the British Isles, where the game began. In inclement conditions. I'm not after driving rain or gale force winds, but I want a stiff breeze and showers. Or at least the threat of showers. A day like this, at a place like this:
I want the elements to conspire with the golf course to try and ruin my day -- knowing there is nothing either can do that will have such an effect.