Here you arc in no doubt regarding the claims of den-eagles to supply the right sort of "Heather mixture." Bell heather, pink and purple, lines the fairway, fringes the bunkers, and in a crescent of rich colour beautifies the borders of the green.

Here on the heights, "heich abune the heich," the heather is the inspiration that led to the happy choice of the name "The Heather Bell." No other could have been so appropriate.

Sweet Heather Be lls where fairies do dwell. In legends of daring what deeds there befell The sweet Heather Bell is sea like mysel'. My am native blossom, my sweet Heather Bell.

So runs the quaintly expressed old Scots song that you many feel inclined to sing here it you have the gitt. Who knows what "legends of daring" you may carry with you from the Heather Bell when you come to recount "whit deeds there befell." A reference in Alexander Hume's song " My Ain Dear Nell " may also be recalled: -

When I pu'd the craw peas blossom And the bloomin' heather bell To twine them round thy bonnie brow, My ain dear Nell.

"It's the heather that keeps me at hame, aye the heather, I couldna' dae wantin' the heather," declared the old Scot when he was asked why he had not left home to woo Fortune abroad, and the heather will lure you too and keep you always leal to Gleneagles. The lure of the heather is no new thing; Burns sang of it -

At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge, Or naething else to trouble thee,

But stray amang the heather bells, And tent the waving corn wi' me.

A fine song and one to take with us on our way.