I stood on the first tee at Cabot Cliffs , inhaling the briny air , feeling the wind rustle my hair , watching the russet fescue swaying .
I wondered if maybe I 've been transported to Scotland .
Standing on the first tee at Cabot Cliffs , inhaling the briny air , feeling the wind rustle my hair , watching the russet fescue swaying , I wondered if maybe I 've been transported to Scotland .