Carrick-on-Suir suffers from the same problem that many country courses have to endure: it is a bit too far to make the effort. But, like many country courses, that is wrong! This course is worth a trip, and the views of the Comeragh Mountains are an added bonus. [Photo: par three 4th]
Good showers too – those big heads that point straight down and drop gallons of water on you. Mind you, I was a bit dubious when I saw a container of shower gel scented with Cherry Blossom & Pearl. Whatever happened to real men! [Photo: the walk to holes 10 to 17 at Carrick-on-Suir]
On my drive to Cahir Park at lunchtime I was overtaken by three motorbikes – big Harleys sporting grizzled and bearded men in sunglasses. Emblazoned across their backs were the words “Sons of Silence.” As the Harleys roared past with that deep-throated roar that could be heard for miles, I wondered if they appreciated irony.
Cahir Park was busy. Seniors were out and playing slowly, but in front of me was a fourball of lads, with only two bags. Progress was slow and it gave me time to practice around the greens, so I wasn’t complaining. Cahir Park is a laid back kind of course, clearly divided by the wide River Suir, which divides the old, curvy holes from the new, water-drenched holes – all designed by Eddie Hackett. There are several places on the new 9 where you won’t get your ball back if you stray towards the wet stuff. [Photo: the pretty par three 3rd]
After I left I drove through Tipperary town and stopped for provisions at a local supermarket. I was looking at the bread when a lady walked up and started to squeeze every loaf of bread in sight. This one, that one, the one over there… and I wondered how many times each loaf gets squeezed before someone finally takes pity on it and takes it home. So, do you squeeze?
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