I grew up playing on links (i.e. seaside courses laid out in sand-dunes) and I still think that only links courses are ‘real’ golf courses. Today we came on a lovely links course which is one of Ireland’s best-kept secrets — the Narin and Portnoo club at Narin. Lovely, unpretentious and utterly charming.
What you learn if your formative years are spent on links courses is never to hit the ball high. Because most of the time you’re battling against serious wind, the name of the game is to keep the ball out of it.
Er, I can bore for Ireland on this topic. (Hmmm… I see that I already have — here.)
Larger image here.