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Waterville
Azure ocean lapping against the glistening sand in the background, the scene was more like the Caribbean in summer than the south-west of Ireland in April. The birds chirped, Waterville’s famous hares skipped, and the lesser-spotted Podcast Partner unleashed a 40ft putt towards the hole. The ball rammed the back of the cup, and he went on a spontaneous run of delight that I feared might climax with his shirt over his head. Thankfully, clothing remained intact, and I offered h



















