There’s something about that late afternoon shuffle through Pearson that brings a mix of anticipation and nerves. At Golf Away Tours, it signals one thing: a journey across the Atlantic, back to the home of golf. I was Scotland-bound once again, and though the excitement was still there, it was layered with something deeper—a quiet comfortability. This was my second pilgrimage to Scotland, and this time, the worries of the unknown had given way to a feeling of ease, like standing on the first tee of your home course.
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