Now, I don’t know much about what makes a good golf course, but I do know a bonny spot when I see one.
I liked the look of the green keeper’s little vehicle. Just the thing for tootling around Eynsham.
Golf courses provide a great habit for birds, animals and plants, including these beautiful roses.
It’s only ten minutes walk from Polzeath beach…
…which is rather lovely.
It maybe because it was the end of our holiday, and I was ready to go home, but I didn’t really take to Le Touquet. It might have been because we’d come from rural Burgundy to a town full of people, and an odd mix of glitz and ‘Kiss Me Quick’. It does have a beautiful beach…
…some gorgeous dunes…
…with feral cat colony.
Speaking of cats…
… it also has a wonderful chocolate shop.
I’d say this was something for Christopher Stockdale, but he wouldn’t eat a cute piggy!
Oh…and there’s golf.
As a self confessed GHH (golf hating harridan), you might think that I’d avoid the Machrie, for all it’s an iconic links course. However, my Pa and I popped in to pick up a little something for Adam.
We were most intrigued by this little stone circle on the putting green? Dad suggested it might be the tomb of the unknown golfer.
It was great fun, as we went to Brasserie Blanc, in Walton Street, where our lovely neighbour Stephane is a waiter. The manager gave us free glasses of champagne as an aperitif, as we were ‘friends of the house’ – and Stephane was was such a perfect waiter, we almost stumbled into Sartre!
Best of all – Howard took his pens out. I love watching people sketch, and it was great to see him animately illustrating something he is so passionate about.
The Boy had a couple of guest tickets to the PGA Golf Championships, and was keen to have a look at the course. My initial plan had been to inhabit TWC’s sofa with a good book or three, but Reader I accompanied him. Despite a waterlogged course, and horrid bitey insects I’m glad I did:
- I had a nice walk – the course was built in the 1920s and so there are lots of mature trees etc. It was a bit like Bedgebury Pinetum in places.
- The people watching – all types, all ages. I especially enjoyed a family of ladies all clad in the same pale, lime green and two Sikh chaps with their pinstriped trousers tucked into their black business socks.
- It was lovely seeing The Boy so happy, striding around fulminating about golf course design.
For our wedding anniversay (our pottery one, if you’re interested) we went to stay at Rudding Park, just outside Harrogate, where The Boy had golf business. The grounds were landscaped by Repton, so all very Jane Austen, except the orginal house was pulled down and rebuilt by some mill owner from Huddersfield (dodgey people these Huddersfield types!).
Peter and his staff (especially the laconic Felipe in the bar) made us feel really welcome. The chocolate, toffees and little ladybird massage thing were all nice touches, but sybarite that I am I think I’ll recall ‘The Cheese Experience’ for some time to come.
As well as being a WAG, I was also in Cyprus on assignment – to take pics of the Korineum Golf Club for Golf Course Architecture magazine. I won’t include those shots here, these are the ones I took for myself :-).
Here is the magnificent Five Finger mountain which dominates the course. So called because it looks like the knuckles on a hand.