It’s a bit morbid to be pondering this at 37 years of age, but it’s something that crosses my mind from time to time. Not just re golf courses, but cities or sights I’ve visited and would love to see again but likely will not.
It’s a good lesson to savour life while you are living it and make the most of every day.
On the golf front, definitely Durban Country Club. We won’t go back to RSA while our kids are young due to safety, and in the meantime my wife’s relatives are either emigrating or aging. It’s a relatively expensive place to get to, so without family to stay with and keep the cost down, I suspect that might be it.
Which is a damn shame, because it’s a hell of a fun course and friendly club. But by the same token, my round there was a perfect September morning with my father-in-law, who grew up just down the road, reminiscing about his childhood and life before moving to Aus. He’s now well into a battle with early-onset Parkinson’s Dementia and the memories are all we really have left, so maybe it’s nice for my recollection of that place to always be of strolling the fairways with him and leave it at that?