Posted on Sunday, 07.20.08
A duffer challenges Britain's legendary links
BY DAVID G. MOLYNEAUX
Special to The Miami Herald
HOYLAKE, England -- An October drizzle began after lunch, mixing with the winds off the Irish Sea to provide a cold, wet afternoon game at the famed Royal Liverpool Golf Club.
''Rain makes the game more authentic,'' said Charlie Grimley, my partner for the Liverpool round, on my quest to play three of England's Royal golf courses, as designated through the centuries by kings and queens. My list also included Royal Lytham & St. Annes and Royal Birkdale, site of this summer's British Open Championship. I would finish with a visit to golf's ancient roots at the Old Course in St. Andrews, Scotland.
As an amateur golfer who sometimes labors to break 100, I felt blessed to walk the fairways of some of the world's best courses, which are open to travelers at a time when many of the top tournament championship courses in the United States are difficult, if not impossible, to get to play. Because of their exclusivity, a regular Joe can't even have lunch in the clubhouse.
Hungry for U.S. tourism dollars, England's old bastions of golf are setting out the welcome mat to men and women travelers. Of course, English pounds come at a high price these days, as the exchange rate pushes golf fees at some courses to more than $250, but other championship venues, while not Royal, are available for as little as $70. You don't just show up here; you arrange a tee time through a tour operator or through a special website. I can attest that the system works.
Anxious at my first Royal, I was braced to feel that I didn't belong, that I was trespassing on hallowed ground. But my fears were ungrounded. Perhaps Britain's stiff upper-lippers have gone to charm school, because I was welcomed warmly by staff and members at all three Royals.
Each club, all within an hour's drive of the city of Liverpool, had my tee time noted and my rental clubs ready when I arrived. At two courses I used a coupon, included in the golf fee (more than $200 each), for a light lunch in the clubhouse. I sat with a bowl of vegetable soup at a window overlooking the 18th greens at Liverpool and Lytham, anticipating the rounds to come and imagining past championship crowds and famous finishes.
WALKING WET
The weather at Royal Liverpool made no effort to be hospitable to a visiting American.
With temperatures in the low 60s that felt like 50s in the wind, I was decked out in a warm undershirt, flannel long-sleeved shirt, fleece windbreaker and green rain jacket with rain pants. In the drizzle, I swooshed -- that's the sound of plastic pants rubbing against the thighs -- to the first tee. I hit a poor shot that found the left rough, then slung my rented golf bag over my shoulders, thankful for the relatively recent invention of the dual strap that evens the load over both shoulders.
On most courses in the United Kingdom, you won't find motorized golf carts -- they are called buggies here -- and if you want a caddie, you'll need to arrange that ahead of time. The Royal courses, as with most of the other courses in England, Scotland and Wales, are designed for competition between players who carry their own clubs, in a test of both skill and stamina. Weekend American golfers accustomed to riding around in a motorized cart may want to get into walking shape -- 18 holes usually covers more than four miles per round -- before heading across the Atlantic.
I could have used a pull cart with wheels at Liverpool, as I did when I played alone at Lytham and Birkdale. But I didn't want to disappoint Charlie, my playing partner. Charlie, who grew up near Liverpool, was chagrined enough because of the lightness of the rain, which stopped altogether after 10 soggy holes -- reducing the challenge, as Charlie saw it. Like other golfers from the United Kingdom, Charlie has his entertaining stories of playing competitive rounds during rain driven horizontally by swirling winds off the sea.
Our battle against the elements was authentic enough for me.
Royal Liverpool, built in 1869, played long and difficult, with greens that you couldn't see from the fairways and winds that blew your ball left or right if you hit the high, smooth shots that usually would work in the United States. The Royals are links courses, which generally mean a windswept landscape with bumpy, sandy soil and prodigious bunkers.
I made major use of my 5-iron, punching my way around the course, a bogey-plus golfer for 18 holes. (Note to nongolfers: A bogey is one shot over par. Bogey-plus is a humdrum quality of play producing a score that might reach a total of 100, versus the goal of 72.)
DON'T KEEP SCORE
The October weather cleared a bit for my round at Royal Lytham & St. Annes Golf Club.
Asked his advice for someone playing Royal Lytham for the first time, club pro Eddie Birchenough said: ``Don't keep score. The course is a special place, but it will just beat you up.''
And it did, though I've never so enjoyed such a thorough beating.
Lytham's narrow fairways are framed by tall grasses on dunes of sand and short trees that permanently lean sideways from the wind. Greens are high in the centers and slope to the sides, so a shot to the green may trickle back off into a bunker.
Bunkers are score killers, 197 of them placed to gobble up just about any shot that doesn't go where you planned it -- especially shots that were not planned at all. Many of the fairway bunkers are so deep that your only goal is to hit your ball out, with no hope of advancing toward the green.
Lytham is easy to forgive because it's such a pretty course, from the first tee that sits along a gentle path by the impressive red brick clubhouse to the daunting greens on the sixth hole, protected by six bunkers, and the ninth hole, surrounded by nine bunkers. I counted 15 bunkers barring my way to a well-deserved bogey on the 18th hole.
SITE OF THE OPEN
The entrance to the Royal Birkdale Golf Club, where the 2008 British Open concludes today, is a simple, potted country road through a pasture. Birkdale has hosted eight Open Championships, and the awe of being an ordinary golfer getting to play this extraordinary course struck me on the first tee.
Out popped Bert Beddows from the starter's hut. Beddows, formerly a Royal Marine, now the official starter at Royal Birkdale, was my first golf starter attired in tie and tweed jacket, quite a change from the typical American in T-shirt and shorts. Beddows is not shy. As he ticked off my name from his list of tee times, he chatted, offered advice and set the standard of reverence for a round at Birkdale.
''I see you are using an iron,'' said Beddows, as I eschewed a bigger club and chose a 5-iron from my rental bag for a safer tee shot that I hoped to hit into the center of the fairway.
''Tiger Woods used an iron on this hole,'' he said.
Beddows took a position about 10 feet from me and stood watching, evaluating my swing like a commentator at a professional tournament, as I smacked a less-than- successful shot. It hit the fairway but trickled into the left rough about 175 yards out.
''Backswing a little fast,'' he said, respectfully, as he returned to his starter's hut to await the next golfer needing advice or encouragement.
Charlie Grimley, my playing partner at Liverpool, would have been disappointed in the weather that delightful October day -- dry and warm, with sunny skies and gentle breezes off the ocean.
I hacked my way for 18 holes, noting the subtle difficulties of the course, which winded around sand dunes packed with tall grass so thick that an errant ball would be lost forever.
At every hole, I would imagine Tiger Woods. Then I would hit about halfway to where his shot would have landed. Birkdale is designed to punish mistakes by good golfers who hit long shots. The course is more merciful to ordinary players whose shorter shots find less danger. By laying up in front of the guarding bunkers, thus reducing the difficulty of my final approaches to the greens, I managed to play respectable bogey golf -- thanks to Beddows' admonition to slow my backswing.
After the round, I prolonged the glorious experience by sitting with a beer on the clubhouse patio next to the 18th green, watching other golfers finish Birkdale. That will be a choice seat at today's British Open finals.
WHERE GOLF BEGAN
Nearly every golfer wants to play the fabled Old Course in St. Andrews, Scotland.
The Old Course, where local citizens have had the privilege to play for more than 400 years, sits in the middle of the busy medieval city of St. Andrews, on the edge of the North Sea. The layout looks like a combination of golf course, sheep's pasture and wild backcountry gathering place for socializing, which it is.
On Granny Clark's Wynd, a dirt road that runs directly across the first and 18th fairways, local folks often stroll as if they own the place, which they do.
To play the Old Course, you can book a tee time through tour operators ahead of your visit or take your chances in St. Andrews on the daily ballot: You play if your name is drawn. If not, you try again the next day.
A spot on the daily ballot of the Old Course opened for me when a man from Chicago was unable to make his trip to Scotland to join three friends who had booked as a foursome.
In a gusting wind off the ocean and an occasional light rain, the Old Course played even tougher than it looked -- windswept, with open fields like animal pastures, double greens, hungry bunkers and roughs with gorse that would grab and hide your ball. I marveled at how the game has remained the same in Scotland for more than 500 years while it has changed -- gentrified, citified and manicured -- in other parts of the world.
With my partners, I smiled for all 18 holes, despite errant shots and short putts. I finished with a par after a 12-foot putt and basked in the applause of spectators, who tend to gather near the 18th green at the edge of downtown.
Nearly three dozen other courses of note lie within an hour's drive of the Old Course, including the impressive new Castle Course set to open this summer.
That means that with enough time and money, you could play golf here at a different course every day for a month. At four miles to a course, you could walk 120 miles of rugged golf.
Don't forget to bring sturdy shoes, layers of warm clothes and rain gear, because golf on this side of the Atlantic doesn't stop for inclement weather. So prepare to embrace it.
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