Hickory Golf Clubs: unique shop at the heart of hickory revival
I’m standing on the 1st tee at one of Scotland’s great courses and for the first time in my life I’m grasping a hickory golf club in my trembling hands preparing to embark on a life-changing round. We know golf is hard enough, but I’m on the wondrous West Links at North Berwick, holding a golf club that’s not only significantly older than I am, but has a tiny sweet-spot and I’m about to embark on a journey I’ve been looking forward to for months. With the 150th Open taking place across the water in St Andrews, it felt like…
Chart Hills Golf Club: new dawn for epic inland wonder
It’s a stiflingly hot summer’s day and our journey to Chart Hills Golf Club is nearing an end, as we negotiate Kent’s charming country lanes – the garden of England is a truly alluring part of the world, even in this heat. We turn through the gates and wind our way along the driveway and up to the imposing clubhouse. We may have arrived at our destination but today we have come to a place that has been on a journey of its own. The welcome is wonderful and genuine, the service is like something you would expect to find…
The Lodge at Prince’s Golf Club is the perfect golf break
From the moment you enter The Lodge at Prince’s Golf Club it’s clear you’re following in the footsteps of champions. A photograph hangs in the reception area showing Colin Morikawa drinking from the Claret Jug in joyous celebration. It was taken in the bar here on the night he won The Open next door at Royal St George’s Golf Club. Morikawa, Cameron Smith, Rickie Fowler and Phil Mickelson were just some of the great names to stay here during the 2021 Open. It was a place where they could relax, stay in comfort and even practice and although it sits…
Why picturesque Prince’s is one of England’s finest links
There can be few places to rival Prince’s Golf Club as a place to watch the sun rise on a day like this. We’re sitting by the putting green at The Lodge at Prince’s, waiting. In the dawn mist, Sandwich Bay itself is so still it’s as if someone has placed a piece of dark glass on the water. Soon the sun starts to appear on the horizon and the light begins to creep across the 27-holes away to our left, illuminating the white of the sand scrapes, dancing across the texture of the sleeper paths and catching the long…