Bradley Hall was my Dad's home club for several years, and I played there a lot with him in my late teens. Some interesting holes on a severe piece of moorland terrain, with some very large and quite steeply pitched greens.
Holes I remember particularly the second, a steeply uphill par three of about 120 yards to a two tiered green, bunkered deeply in front. It was at this hole I first realised the reality of golf for senior women, when I saw an elderly lady hitting two five woods to reach the green. The fourth was a medium par par three with a very long green that sloped severely from front to back: you always tried not to go past the hole on this one.
The fifth is deeply embedded in my memory since it was at that hole I put myself in hospital! To reach the fairway you had to carry the corner of a farmer's field which, like most in the area, was surrounded by dry stone walls. The local rule was that the field was in bounds if there were no cattle in it that day, and if you finished close to the wall you could drop three club lengths back. Playing a typically competitive match against my Dad, I nobbed my drive into the field. He was down the fairway with an iron to the green, sure to make five at worst, so I figured I needed to advance the ball at least a hundred yards, to leave a good chance of saving a half. I caught the ball well, but fractionally thin; it hit the top stone of the wall and ricocheted into my face, just above the left eye. Half an inch lower and I would have lost the eye.
The tenth hole is a par five at the very top of the course. The white tee was highly elevated, and the hole was much more fun from there. The challenge was to drive the ball well enough to get over the edge of a huge slope; if you did this, your ball would run left and forward, leaving a good chance to reach the green, which is set in a dell, in two.
The thirteenth would be considered by the club as its signature hole, a fairly long but straight, and slightly downhill par four with a wide ravine in front of the green. The holes below the ravine were on farmland and always heavier than those on the moor. The course finishes with a par three, back across the ravine, to another large two tiered green. There are at least three greens on the course with big steps - one should note that in Yorkshire, these are known as 'MacKenzie greens' whether or not the Doctor had any involvement with the course, which can cause confusion.
Meltham was my Dad's home club for the last twenty years of his life, and where I played as a junior - I will write more about it later.