Some, possibly most, golf courses can seem an affront to nature - they are imposed on the landscape. However the very best courses foster the illusion that they just happened. Such a course is Royal St. David's in Harlech which I had the great pleasure of playing last week with one of its newest members, my mate Big Willy, latterly of Cavendish Golf Club (another, though lesser, gem) though now beginning a new life in North Wales.
A golf course overlooked by a castle, flanked by a railway, sitting amongst rumpled dune land. Beautiful. Oh and thanks to the miracle of the handicap system, I actually won our match with an improbable par from the bunker on the eighteenth. Wainwright's Bitter in the clubhouse.
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