To paraphrase those singing siblings, The Proclaimers, it was a case of "I would walk 500 yards" for local amateur Calum Hill in the first round of the Aberdeen Asset Management Scottish Open qualifier at North Berwick yesterday.
The game of golf is littered with tales of 'what-ifs, maybes and might-have-beens' but, to shamelessly plunder another lyric from a Jethro Tull song, there's a constant conveyor belt of 'why-nots, perhaps and wait-and-sees'.
Next month's Open Championship at St Andrews will be very much a case of 'who wants to be a millionaire?' after the Royal & Ancient announced that the top prize for the game's oldest major will break the £1 million barrier for the first time in its history.
We all like a good groan, grumble and grouse at times and much of this clenched-teeth carping centres around the weather as we mutter and mumble on about tightly packed isobars, occluded fronts and swirling, birling areas of low pressure.