It’s St Andrews. No, what am I saying, it’s St Magnus. Not the same thing at all. And one of the world’s oldest golf clubs, the A&V (widely known as the August and Venerable), is in trouble. Does it own the very clubhouse in which its members now sit? Does it own the land on which the world’s most famous golf tournament, the Open, is shortly to be played? Or will everything soon become the exclusive property of Janet, the fishmonger’s daughter? Disaster looms. Does the Secretary have the answer or does everything depend on an unstable mix of suitors, the Kama Sutra, snakes, tsunamis, women at arms, Scottish country dancing, Sanskrit and, of course, Pottle with all his woes? ...... “A wry hilarious comedy of manners with more coils than an Indian python.”
Michael Tobert’s books have been either literary, historical or humorous (or a combination of all three). Frequently overlapping these categories, has been his deep interest in India.
Before he started writing, Michael went to Oxford University, started a publishing company of sorts and later studied the great Indian epic, the Mahabharata, at the University of Edinburgh.
He lives in Scotland where he and his wife have built a Montessori nursery school at the bottom of their garden. While she nurtures the children, he scythes the nettles and whispers encouragement to the wild flowers.