Royal Porthcawl in the sea mist.
I’m rushing to leave the wonderful Fairyhill Hotel this morning on a three-hour drive to Aberdovey, up the Welsh coastline, so this is more photo-oriented than written. Yesterday we played Royal Porthcawl, a links outside Cardiff that is regarded as among the best 100 courses in the world. Truthfully that might be low — Porthcawl struck me as a course the equal of many of the bigger, more famous links, rivaling even the likes of Turnberry. In other words, it is a must see, a straight-forward links where the ocean is always present and the golf is spectacular. We caught it on a foggy morning, but the mist blew out soon after we started.
The closer at Porthcawl
The afternoon was spent at Pennard, a links that I think was more weird than wonderful. Tee shots over greens, fairways that sloped to oblivion and slow players in front of us. There were, however, a couple of great holes, and the setting is almost unrivaled. They call it the “Links in the sky,” which reminds me of the Pink Floyd song, “The Great Gig in the Sky.” Not sure why though.
Pennard's ruined castle on the 7th hole.
I like the ruins…
Glad you liked Porthcawl, I was very pleasantly surprised by it and agree that it is better than 100!