As a happy sequence to the Lovers' Gait there follows the Hinny Mime "hinny" in "raidScots" stands tor both honey and sweetness, while "mune " pronounced "nun is obviously the moon, so we have the honeymoon, or "hinny mune," truly a sweet green.

The poet Motherwell, in "Jeanie Morrison," gives us a beautiful modification of the word hinny: -

Oh, mornin' life ! oh, mornin' luve ! Oh, lichtsome days and lang, When hi timed hopes around our hearts, Like Simmer blossoms, sprang !

There was a time when, in Scotland, your friends would wish you "all the precious things brought forth by the sun, all the precious things brought forth by the moon, and the benign influence of the stars." These may still be your portion at the Hinny Mune if the stars in their courses be in your favour. Robert Louis Stevenson has a fine poem in which the "mune" is referred to. You may recall that in

A Mile an' a Bittock," he writes: -

Twa o' them walkin' an' crackin' their lane, The mornin' licht cam' gray an' plain, An' the birds they yammert on stick an' stane, An' the mune was shinin' clearly !

O years ayont, O years awa', My lads, ye'll mind whate'er befa' - My lads, ye'll mind on the bield o' the law. When the mune was shinin' clearly.

Whate'er befa' you will certainly have the happiest recollections of the green here. Aviators who have viewed the Queen's Course from above have remarked on the charming aspect of the Hinny Mune, probably unique in its way anions the greens on any golf course in the kingdom.

"Min" curiously enough is almost invariably the pronunciation given by the Scottish country folk to "moon," and in Burns' "Oh, Willie Brewed a Peck o' Maut "we have: -

It is the mune, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to whyle us hame, But by my sooth, she'll wait a wee !

And, by the way, the conjunction of "Losers' Gait " and Hinny Mune "may be found in a verse of a Scots poem by one of the lessor bards, who wrote

Jin we twa tak' the lovers' gait,

Then we maun tak' it sune, For lass ye needna be sae blate.

To spend the hinnymune: At mornin' when the cock doth craw,

We'll mak' for iretna ireen, Sin- owre the Border and awa',

Like Jock o' Hazeldean.

The crescentic form of the Hinny Mune is a great part of its charm, and a cosier position than that in which it lies amid the howes and knowes you could not wish to find.