“Are you with the society?” said the jolly chap who met me before I had taken even a step into the clubhouse at Stoneham. I confirmed...

“Make sure you take in the scent from the azaleas on the 16th tee!” The friendly members at Liphook are rightly proud of the quality of...

“Vinnie Jones!”, exclaimed my Hankley Common host as my promising approach to the first hole veered off to the right. “Sorry?”, I...

“It is brilliant that, no matter how busy it becomes, London maintains these wonderful green spaces.” I dwelt on the words of my Aussie...

“Have yourself a magical time!” It was as if we had entered a Disney resort rather than a Ryder Cup venue, as the gent in the top hat...

It is revered all over the world, so am I allowed to say that Ballybunion didn’t meet the hype or our very eager anticipation? Let me...

Ever seen a golfer literally cartwheeling down the fairway? The impressively athletic lady was picking up her rhythm from loud dance...

“This is like being one of The Famous Five,” claimed our pal as we walked the mown paths through the dunes before emerging for the big...

Clang! A heavy nine-iron saw my compadre’s ball ricochet off the vermillion roof tiles of Woking’s clubhouse and settle next to the...

"There used to be a couple more bunkers which were inserted because it was feared enemy gliders could land troops during the Second World...

“You must be mad,” exclaimed one of the old gents who had gathered in the lounge at Ballyliffin for a lunchtime tipple. They had thought...

The ball sailed through the air majestically, dropped just in front of its target and rolled towards the cup. Surely not… could it be a...

With dunes the size of skyscrapers framing fairways and greens in natural valleys, Portstewart is rightly acclaimed to have some of the...

The sun has never shone quite as brightly, the sea has never been quite as blue and golf has never been quite as awesome as on the...

The teams were gathered on the balcony, my ball was perked up in the rough, I reached for my five-iron and swish. “Golf shot!”, exclaimed...

It was a moment which conjured memories of the great concession by Jack Nicklaus to Tony Jacklin in the 1969 Ryder Cup. With my marker...

The early spring sunshine peered through the imposing Scots Pines, dappling the fairways and greens with delicate shadows and all was...

For the past ten days, we have heard about San Roque wherever we have played. Fast but fair greens, a gorgeous course and a beautiful new...

“It’s 102 yards to the flag but against the wind, so, 110 yards.” Our forecaddie had spoken, I played the chip and his information was so...

“Hot soup? Sandwiches? Fruit? Water?” “No, thank you, but can you tell me how to master these blessed greens?” I precis conversations...