Charles you gave me a chuckle with your last two lines. Yes those were the days when adults had these furtive whispers, not only that, they would only really talk to eachother when you were tucked up in bed. I remember I would often try to eavesdrop on the conversations and it always puzzled me why they could or would not bring us children more into their ' more meaningful world ' ...nowadays I'm afraid children grow up too soon by being part and parcel of all that is being talked about. Maybe the next generation will strike a better balance, who knows!
Yes my father and I played that same golfcourse on a number of occasions, ( it always reminded me of a mini Strathpeffer) It was remarkably well kept and very tricky for all it's size. Sad to hear of it's demise.
Incidentally pre golf era, as kids, we used to play up Craig Dunain itself, used to know every inch of it, Some of the outcrops were quite dangerous to play on but just like the Wild West.
The Sandy braes on Torvean hill was another of our haunts used to be great fun running down and trying to stop before you landed in the canal. The canal banks themselves used to be our race track, running cycling and sometimes both.
Who needed play stations ??????? there was too much to do.