Looking up the 1st Fairway, I was reminded of smart golf courses in California where industrial factories, skyscrapers and houses pop up between the trees. Cork has that same feeling.
It is on Little Island, a little distance from the Port of Cork. Ireland’s industry encroaches on the course, as gasometers, chimneys, warehouse
walls seen in the distance. That first fairway has industry in the form of a gasometer overlooking your game. It accentuates the lushness of the broad and beautiful, long and straightforward fairway.
The 1st looks easy. It does not prepare you for the turn onto the harbour side and a run of holes bordered by the sea on the right and mature trees and furze bushes on the left.
It is at the 4th that the real excitement begins. Right at the water’s edge, the drive to the 5th is across stone and gorse to a green which is also too close to the water for comfort. The 5th to the 9th holes are enormous fun. The challenge is to drive straight, ignore all the gorse, stone, streams, small hills and whatever and just blast to the green. Very, very sati
sfying making it to the greens. Naturally, the greens are not easy to land on; some are raised but others have a crazy slope. They are in and around the quarry which is overlooked by a house high on its walls.
In between shots, as I walked across the velvety greens I knew why people want to be buried there or at least have their ashes scattered. There is peace waiting in that quarry- profound peace which touches you- no matter how you play it.
And then round the corner you find a Spanish Chestnut tree and a stone underneath it with a great message to make you smile.