Rory’s smartphone


Rory Mcilroy had lifted The Claret Jug in 2014. What did Bobby Jones, Harold Hilton and other mighty champions make of it all as they peered down from their portraits adorning the walls of the grand staircase to the Club and Dining Room. I’m sure they would have been delighted to


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This fantastic scene took place only an hour or so after


see how golf has become such a massive and accessible sport. Today’s incredibly talented golfers have legions of fans that follow them not only on the golf course but also on social media and television. Rory was a hugely popular winner and this image of him taking a selfie captures a moment never to be forgotten by those lucky enough to be present that late Sunday afternoon. A Sunday. How times have changed,


The skylark


Hoylake than just Natterjack Toads. I could go on and on describing the skylark’s call, it’s low level flight and rapid maneuvering, but think it best to leave it to William Wordsworth:


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Love them or loathe them there’s no doubt that wind power has changed the view from


Hoylake’s coast holes during the last decade. Turbines fan out towards the horizon like a host of gigantic, white daffodils. No wonder that a golf course ‘blown upon by mighty winds’ should now lie adjacent to a wind farm, but I can’t help think it’s a little ironic that when those winds are too mighty, as they often are, the turbines have to be shut down for fear of damage.


Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!


Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!


ROYAL LIVERPOOL GOLF CLUB 2017 MAGAZINE


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There’s more natural history to


for when Harold Hilton won Hoylake’s first staging of The Open in 1897, all four rounds were played over the Thursday and Friday, ensuring the course was free at the weekend for members, of which Harold was one.


Although there wasn’t a smartphone in sight I have no doubt he was toasted with similar enthusiasm when back in the clubhouse.


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