Changes occur to TOC every night as we sleep. Wind, sand and the roots of gorse find their way to new places, while small streams of surface water carve new subtleties to terrain where a golfer will one day need to execute a shot. But when the hand of a human dares touch the Old Lady...my gosh there is outcry!
Can we find an article (opinion) or photo when irrigated turf was installed to replaced the worn sand and mud that was at both ends of the little bridge — back when the traders used it to bring goods to and from the town?