We were invited to play the lovely Doonbeg Golf Club in Co. Clare in Ireland… and what a magical spot it is. After a few photos and practice swings (whoch proved better than out on the course) we made our way our to the beautiful first tee. Set right in the heart of the west of Ireland on the Atlantic sea, Doonbeg proved to be a fierce opponent beating all but one of us.
The golf was good, up to a point, the craic was had and there was a few dubious decisions but we had a great time…and a fine meal at the end of the day to nurse our sore legs and weary hearts.
I was ok, because I’m a teddy bear so I don’t appear tired but after that sort of five hour walk, you hit the pillow and you don’t rise for at least nine hours. We were flattened, beaten by the cruel mistress that is Golfing Karma. The accommodation located by the clubhouse is mighty and the bed would fit the eight forwards on the New Zealand rugby team. Donald Trump has this place in fine order.
We absolutely love it here and would recommend it to any golf enthusiasts out there. Get out if you can. Green fees are pricey but it’s worth it in our opinion. Smash the ball, spare the rod…have a good one, TPJ x