What a game, what a week!
Round 1 : Walton Heath Golf Club
One of the world’s most famous and prestigious heathland courses. The history of the club is exceptional. The weather was not! Our very British drought met monsoon conditions and record rainfall as I waded through heather waste deep in denial. My foursomes partner standing beside this green-side bunker spoke for us all when he said: “Time to end the hosepipe ban chaps. Please.”
Round 2 : Chislehurst Golf Club
It’s not often you get to enjoy a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio in the home of Napoleon III. One of those worthless yet surprisingly noble perks of the magnificent Chislehurst clubhouse built in 1717. But that’s exactly what I did after 18-holes of ridiculously intimidating blind drives, awkward sloping lies, tree-lined fairways and flawless greens enjoyed in a balmy 20°C. The Emperor would have approved.
Round 3 : Shooters Hill Golf Club
It was 4am when my sleep was shattered by the high-pitched screech of an alarm. My alarm! By 5.30am, by the lights of the Clubhouse, I teed off in the Dawn Chorus. The sun peaked over the horizon as blushing clouds glowed like a radioactive haze over Kent. Already the air was warm and dry. I had pictured a good day ahead and it didn’t disappoint. In the distance, Champagne on ice for a 9.30am breakfast. Cheers chaps!