Wondrous Links House is one of Scotland’s best hotels
The view from our balcony at the sumptuous Links House Dornoch is one you could never grow tired of. A few yards to our left is the 1st tee of one of the world’s greatest golf courses, abuzz with greenkeepers, golfers and walkers. To our right is the conservation village of Dornoch with its history and effortless charm. And ahead of us is the dramatic sweep of the Firth with the white horses charging towards the unspoilt beach as if going into battle. A LUXURY RETREAT We may have come here with our golf clubs on our backs, but it’s…
Royal Dornoch Golf Club: One Of The World’s Great Links
For golfers the world over, Royal Dornoch Golf Club represents a unique call to adventure. It’s a pilgrimage which requires commitment, dedication and patience. After all this golfing outpost, tucked away in a stunning corner of the Scottish Highlands, sits 50 miles north of Loch Ness and just eight degrees below in the Arctic Circle. That sense of remoteness has helped to build the legend, as has the praise which has come from the great and the good of golf. Those who accept the invitation do so in pursuit of an experience which leaves a lasting imprint. That’s how it feels…
Fyfe Golf: Made in Scotland – celebrating a rich golfing heritage
Fyfe Golf unashamedly celebrate Scotland’s rich and storied manufacturing heritage. Their beautiful, handmade products and accessories already grace golf bags and golfers far and wide and each of them come proudly having been ‘Made in Scotland.’ All fabrics are sourced from the finest Scottish mills and weavers and their mission is to reconnect golf with Scottish manufacturing and blend tradition and modernity through their creations. Fyfe Golf go further, however. Every decision they make considers the impact it might make on the planet. To you and I that might be replacing a divot, repairing a pitch mark, raking a bunker,…
Why The Himalayas – St Andrews iconic putting course – is so special
In my head the atmospheric Old Course was going to be lit up by autumnal sunshine, showing off the home of golf in all its picture postcard perfection. In reality, the stoating rain that had threatened to derail my morning round at the Crail Golfing Society, had followed us up the Fife coast. A dreich morning had seamed effortlessly into an even more dreich afternoon. The rain bouncing off the tarmac, wind buffeting the exposed links. HIMALAYAS, ST ANDREWS: A PUTTING MECCA Sensing an air of reluctance, I offered words of encouragement: “I don’t think the heavy stuff’s going to…