““It’s a par six!” Because of a last-minute change to our agenda, I had not done my usual homework on Seignosse, a gorgeous club and...

I fell in love with golf in the mid-1970s, and from then on, Seve Ballesteros was my idol. The young, precocious, swashbuckling Spaniard...

Here's a first for the golf pilgrim quest. A playing partner who played less than his age. Andre could not speak English, but my pidgin...

James Bond told Goldfinger he was a member, tennis star Tim Henman is the current scratch champion and it bankrupt its famous owner and...

"IS IT A HOLE-IN-ONE?" I bellowed to the applauding greenkeeper from the tee, having seen Mrs W's ball filter towards the cup and then...

As the reflection of the winter sun shimmered amid the waves of Alcudia Bay, I wondered whether there was a more attractive spot in...

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” played the tune from the Son Gual clubhouse speaker as we tucked into our delicious post-round...

Down the winding road to the Archerfield Estate is one of Scotland’s exclusive golf retreats. The Renaissance Club is almost as well...

“If North Berwick doesn’t tick every box for you, I will never talk to you again,” joked a fellow golf traveller. I was delighted to...

“Sit, sit, sit… oh, no.” Mrs W’s ball had ascended to the top of Crystal Downs’ 11th green and taken a dramatic turn. It funnelled down...

In August 1972, Mrs W and I would have been enjoying the summer with thoughts of our third year in the same class at primary school. Yes,...

“Well, there’s something I have never seen before!” Our genial host has played thousands of rounds in his 40 years as a member of St...

Mist was lifting, dew was still on the ground and the ball nestled to within eight feet of the flag. The only sounds were of waves...

West Cliffs is simply one of the best golf courses we have played. It had the wow factor from the opening of the doors at its clubhouse...

Is that a galleon?” The replica ship, conjuring thoughts of Portugal’s most famous son, Vasco Da Gama, glided past as we supped our...

“Go, go, go!” On land where silence had been the byword of five hundred years, I shouted in desperation for my ball to clear the water....

“Oh, look at that poor bloke… he’s never going to find his ball,” mused Mrs W, as we looked down Camberley Heath’s dramatic 18th before...

“Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau” they sing in homage to Wales being Old Land Of My Fathers. For me, Porthcawl is the land of my grandmother and her...

It finally happened! JCB is the course that has eluded me more than any on my top 100 travels so far and yet it should have been one of...

It is a lovely paradox that one of the world’s first banked motor racing circuits should be built on the same estate as one of the most...