Mike - on rare occasions, when the light is just so and the crowds have thinned out, when the golf holes lay gently on the land and the turf is firm and self sustaining, when the air is warm and the native species of plants and wildlife are awake with natural colours and song, and when we are healthy enough to carry just what we need and no more in a sunday bag slung over our shoulders, with a simple and enjoyable task set out before us, and we stand on the first tee justified, with clean hands and a pure heart (free from any old grudges or stresses or angers or wants, and with all our debts paid and duties performed), some golf courses can indeed feel like a little slice of heaven on earth, can't they? For a brief moment (they can't do more, nor should we want or expect them to) some golf courses seem to satisfy a longing for that long lost garden home some part of us feels certain is still our *real* home.