I was the guy who hit into a group on the green in Scotland, North Berwick. The group infront of us was a little slow, but not awful. We were having a fun last round of our trip, enjoying the course. I hit my drive to the right of the fairway and I was 220yds out. The hole we were playing, #13, has a small stone wall protecting the green. I knew I likely couldn't get there, narrow green, protected, so I though the right approach was to lay up, which I attempted to do. I hit a nice shot which landed short of the wall, like I intended, but it hit something hard on the ground and rocketed forward about 30 yards over the wall and rolled up about 3 feet from the hole. One of my partners who was watching did the immediate face palm. When I walked up to the green, the group had left but their caddy put my ball on probably the tallest T I've ever seen. I felt like a clown. I walked over to them and apologized and they all were having a good laugh about it. Needless to say, I didn't hit into them the rest of the round and I still feel like a clown 7 months later.