I find that even quite ordinary courses - plenty of local courses - very often grow on me with greater familiarity. Bad holes become worse, bland holes remain uninteresting, but a little slope on this green, a well-sited bunker there, a charming vista through a gap in the trees or a shot made more intimidating by my ever-increasing ineptitude - these all grow on me with greater exposure to them. It doesn't make them great courses, but it increases my sense of anticipation during the round.
I played Broadstone for the first time in 8 years last week. Before that I had played it in the era of Dunlop 65s and Bob Charles left-handed clubs, late 60s or early 70s, I suppose. I looked forward to the top-class holes immensely (7th, 13th and 14th) and they did not disappoint, being every bit as exciting as I had expected. But one or two holes I had previously rather underestimated turned out to be far better than I had remembered (4th, 6th, 11th) and one I had thought rather makeweight in the past turned out to be a cracker (10th). Other holes, such as the 1st, 5th, 15th and 16th, came up fresh as a daisy. However, the 18th, which I remembered as being rather lacklustre, turned out to be even more uninteresting than I anticipated - in fact rather a let down to an otherwise rejuvenating round.