Last Thursday, my wife gave me the morning off from our family holiday in Cornwall to go play St. Enodoc. I'm pretty sure it had been at least a decade since I went out of my way to play a new course I'd never played before solely for architectural reasons (including Tom Doak's write-up in the first section of his original Confidential Guide, which is again at my side as I type here); generally I've stopped doing that because I'm pretty blessed with the golf I get to play regularly here in East Lothian, and I've stopped coming here to GCA mainly because I want to remain content with what I have and not become jealous by seeing reports of all of the great courses I'll never get to play. But something moved me to make an exception and seek out St. Enodoc, and I'm very glad I did; it was one of the more memorable rounds I've played in a very long time.
I would share the photos I took of the course, but in truth the St. Enodoc club website is one of the very best I've ever see, and you can see great photos and a flyover video of every hole there which are much better than anything I produced myself. The course itself was, of course, fantastic; maybe I'm crazy, but I was getting New South Wales vibes in numerous places, which is very high praise from me indeed. Less so when I got to the stretch from the 12th to 14th holes, which for me is probably the course's weakest link, but the combination of rolling terrain, intricate green complexes and seaside adjacency totally rubbed me the right way. I played the course in a consistently stiff 20-25 mph wind, but there wasn't a single shot I played that felt unplayable, and as it happens I wound up posting my best score of the year so far, a 73 (+4) with birdies on #1, #4, #7 and #17. Before the 17th, the previous three driver tee shots I'd hit - all into the wind - each only travelled 170-180 yards or so, and facing an uphill hole of 200 yards directly into the wind, I was hoping to get within maybe 30 yards of the green and make no worse than bogey. So to strike my best drive of the day and actually reach the green, 25 feet from the hole, was thrilling in and of itself...and when I holed the putt thereafter, I started hopping around the green and punching the air like a complete idiot with a massive smile on my face. I haven't been that ecstatic on a golf course in quite a while.
Anyway, St. Enodoc is a very long way from most places in the UK, so if you want to play it, you really have to seek it out. But the trip is most definitely worth it. (We were staying in an apartment within walking distance of the Harry Colt course in Newquay, which looked pretty delightful in and of itself as we walked and drove past it repeatedly - set high above Fistral Beach on the coast - but I didn't push my luck to give it a go.) I don't know when I'll next seek out a course like St. Enodoc - not least because the two rounds I've sandwiched around it were/are in competitions at North Berwick and Gullane #1, and to reiterate, I really am content with my golfing lot in life. But man, that was *so* much fun.