Special Access:

When in 2019 I moved to Kent and Andy’s home in the Medieval seaside town of Sandwich, I would jump on my bike and mooch about, camera in hand over Royal St Georges golf course - having formerly presented my idea to, and granted special permission by god, aka the then club secretary Colonel Tim Checketts OBE.

to a very special place:

I’m not sure what most people think about the place but it’s not stuffy and crammed full of, what used to be called ‘Ra-Ra’ or ‘OK-Yah’ accents trying to convince the local wildlife that they’re the superior brand of Humanoid - RSG would have died out by now.

What the course does have in spades is an atmosphere that It potentially holds the equivalent of Davy Jones’s Locker of golf catastrophes - if your navigation system hurls you into the rough. It will devour you!

and very special….Lunch:

If you survive, and many actually thrive, then there’s the belly patting, lion just eaten an Impala offering. Washed down by House claret whilst staring at The Claret Jug in the trophy cabinet (it’s a life-size replica and you can have your photo taken holding it if you know who to bribe!).

The Open Golf Championship hosted at Royal St George’s:

Number of years = 15.

First one in 1894.

First course outside the land of ‘kilted clan’, Scotland to host it.