They could certainly do with cuttin' some grass!
Anyway, as a good fat Calvinist Scotsman, I obviously thrive on a bit of self-flagellation. I normally have given that privilege to Carnoustie, where every time I've played I've been ritually humbled by many of the holes on the course. There's blindness, wicked green contouring, horrendous bunkers, tough lies, wild recovery options, narrow channels, long rough, basically everything in the arsenal of golf course torture which can possibly be endured. I love it. Call me Silas, Mr Langdon, I don't care.
Without exception, I've loved it EVERY time. It feeds my inner golfer in a way that no other course I've played has. It's elemental golf in the most primaeval way.
BUT
Pine Valley blows it away.
One word is all that is needed. Pine Valley is:
HARD.
BUT
It's beautiful, it's exciting, it's spine-tingling. The History, the facilities, the landscape, the PLACE is proper genius loci to the golfer with any kind of golfing spirit in his/her blood.
I used to say Carnoustie was the most fun I've had having my ass kicked by a golf course. I'm delighted to admit that honour now belongs elsewhere.
F.