Blind and partially-sighted golfers take to the green
You can hear Ally Reid's growl from over the next fairway. He's the captain of Scotland's blind and partially blind golf team - who have arrived in Wales with a mission. To make sure the Auld Enemies cup - where Wales and England pair up against the country who claim to have invented the sport - heads back beyond Berwick.
At first, as a spectator driving up to Padeswood and Buckley's landscaped greens, you struggle to notice what the difference is. You certainly don't get any clues from the strokes played. There's the satisfying knock as the club drives a ball a few hundred yards. The same chorus of happiness and frustration from its players that's the signature of the game. Then you notice that playing in pairs requires four people - two guides, two players. The guides - they're the people who'll tell you the literal lie of the land, how the terrain looks, the obstacles, who'll fine-tune the club's alignment to the ball. And then - they move back and the players are on their own.
Ally, the Scotland captain, will tell you that he finds blindness an advantage - he resists the temptation to look up and see the ball in flight so he concentrates more on the shot. John Williams, whose home club is Padeswood, only took the sport up when his sight began to fail - he couldn't believe you could play the sport without sight. Now he's captaining Wales and England.
It's fascinating watching on - seeing the bond between the guide and the guided - how simply telling someone the obstacles they face over a long drive of maybe three hundred yards translates into a shot which the sighted players watch with envy.
Fascinating, too, listening to people's reactions to playing the sport they love with what would seem to be a huge disadvantage. One player up from Carmarthenshire shook his head - it wasn't happening for him today. "I used to play off five. Now I'm thirteen" - said in that tone of complete annoyance which only a game that you really play against yourself can bring.
He adds, as a complete afterthought : "Thirty-two eye operations. I can just about make out the shape of my guide." Then he strides off to the eighth hole, hits a shot that sounds - and travels - along with the Gods of the game. And smiles just a little more. The timing's back. "I hope you were filming that." And the golf buggy and the guides pack up and travel on.
Right now, with play today and tomorrow, Scotland have more than a grip on the cup they've won three more times than the Auld Enemy. Ally Reid intends to leave the fairways of Padeswood with the silverware and smuggle it back over the border. Go and watch - and prepare to be impressed.