Irelands Literary
Capital a Novel
Home Base for an
Emerald Isle Golf Vacation
By Shane Sharp,
Contributing Writer
DUBLIN (April 8, 2002) - Novelist James Joyce spent the first part
of his life trying to leave his native Dublin, a city that in the early
1900's was torn apart by religious and social strife. Not long after
his final visit in 1912, Joyce would write his greatest novel, Ulysses
-- a stirring depiction of his sometimes hospitable, but often oppressive
homeland as told through the eyes of the modern anti-hero, Leopold Bloom.
Leopold Bloom had little occasion to golf, as he figuratively carried
the weight of Ireland on his shoulders during a Homeric journey that
(it is safe to assume) would never have taken him to the breathtaking
links of Royal County Down, or even the 19th hole for that matter.
Dublin-born playwright Oscar Wilde touted the importance of being
earnest in his literary masterpiece of the late 19th century, but summarily
overlooked by many of Ireland's literary masters was the importance
of hitting greens in regulation and having a solid short game.
Since Joyce, Wilde and their typically tragic, occasionally heroic
characters didn't carry a Royal and Ancient handicap index, Ireland's
literary genius belies the fact that it is, and shall remain, one of
the greatest places on the face of mother earth to grip, rip, sip and
quip.
And
because the northern region of the country is no longer the tumultuous
hotbed of religious and political upheaval it was just a few years ago,
the entire country has opened itself up to the prospect of memorable
golf trips. Even Ireland's literary capital has become a novel home
base for an Emerald Isle golf vacation. And should you tire of carding
100's in the "gentle" Irish breezes, you'll find plenty to
keep you occupied in what most consider to be a world-class city.
Even after a few pints of Guinness, no Irishman is going to admit
that his country has taken a second bar seat to Scotland over the years
as the preferred, tradition-laden golf trip of the proverbial duffing
Yank. But you can bet Old Tom Morris to Chivas Irons that deep down
inside, the inferiority complex is stirring like pot full of potato
soup.
We respectfully submit that said inferiority complex is unnecessary,
and we have the golf trip to prove it.
Wilde once said he could believe anything, "provided it is incredible."
Dublin and the northeastern coast of Ireland are incredible indeed,
and waiting for your first tee shot to cut through the misty morning
air.
North and East
The Portmarnock Hotel & Golf Links on the north side of Dublin
is an ideal base to play all of the championship courses on the north
side of Dublin - including Portmarnock (previous site of Irish Open
and Walker Cup), Royal Dublin, The Island, and not to be overlooked,
the Links at Portmarnock.
Portmarnock is built on land that was originally part of the Jameson
family estate (think Irish Whiskey) and the house itself was originally
called St. Marnock's House.
Edward
VII often visited the Jamesons, and on his last official visit in 1907
he unveiled a plaque that was designed to commemorate the marriage between
members of two great distilling families, Jameson and Haig. The plaque
is still hangs in what was then the secret south garden.
The Jameson family had a nine-hole golf course on the site over 100
years ago, and this original layout is now part of both the Portmarnock
Golf Club and the Bernhard Langer designed Golf Links. The Hotel and
Golf Links sit just 15 minutes from Dublin International Airport, and
just 30 minutes from downtown.
Portmarnock is as self-contained as the Emerald Isle itself, with
two full-scale restaurants, a cocktail bar, and the Jameson bar on site.
The Links Restaurant sets up well for an informal supper, and the Osborne
Restaurant is a more formal affair where you can treat the better half
to a nice bottle of red and some traditional Irish smoked salmon while
waxing nostalgic about the day's round.
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If you love a good pub, the Jameson bar is replete with wood paneled
walls, fireplaces, ornate ceilings, and of course, plenty of whiskey.
One of the benefits of bedding down at Portmarnock is the access it
provides to other parts of the island. After a round at one of the championship
tracks north of Dublin, Golfers can make a return day trip to play as
far north as Royal County Down in Northern Ireland (site of this years
British Senior Open and a top 20 course in world rankings) and as far
south as Druids Glen (site of the upcoming Seve Trophy - European PGA
tour event). Also within easy reach will be the K-Club (site of the
2006 Ryder Cup) and the European Club.
Head
West, Young Man
An awesome addition to the Portmarnock based trip, or an underrated
stand-alone golf binge on its own is a trek over to Ireland's often
overlooked west coast. This region of Ireland offers the unique combination
of great value with unspoiled classic links golf.
Sligo's Tower Hotel and the Atlantic Coast Hotel in Westport are ideal
bases for the west Ireland trip, and both provide golf travelers with
first class accommodations and amenities. As for the courses of the
west -- if not for their somewhat remote locations, many of these facilities
would be considered ideal venues for Ireland's major golf tournaments.
Test your mettle at Rosses Point County Sligo, Donegal, Enniscrone,
Carne and Connemara, and the west coast will leave an indelible impression
on your game.
Trivial Information that could come in handy for pub wagers
Old Tom Morris designed Royal County Down for the sum of four guineas
back in 1889
When told that many golfers thought Royal County
Down had too many blind shots, Tommy Armour responded, "there is
no such thing as a blind shot to any player with a memory"
The K- Club is considered by many to be the finest Parkland Course in
Ireland. The catch? It was designed by Arnold Palmer and only opened
in 1992
before his death, golf course architect Eddie Hackett
sent a plea to the golf course industry: "It took nature thousands
of years to create this and I don't want bulldozers to destroy it. Don't
change anything after I've gone or I will turn in my grave."
Photo credits:
Larry Lambrecht