Bob MacIntyre bemoans 'devastating' day as 76 sees him slip back in Masters
It felt more like Argyll in April than Augusta. “A little breeze from the North Pole today,” said the woman buggy driver, who was wearing sheepskin gloves and had her legs covered by a blanket, on the journey down from the plush Augusta National press building to watch Bob MacIntyre fly the Saltire in the third round of the 86th Masters.


