So what is it really like inside the clubhouse at Muirfield? Here is an excerpt from my Golf World article explaining just that.
What lies behind Muirfield’s gates is a club of speed-loving members
who would do anything for good lunch as Mark Alexander finds out
As entrances go, Magnolia
Lane is special. The colourful blooms provide the
ideal lead up to Augusta .
Yet despite all its reverence, some would argue it pails into insignificance
against the walk from the car park, along Duncur Road and onwards to the gates of
the Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers. For some, this is as
spine-tingling as it gets.
With the sound of flight bags being dragged across the
tarmac and the wind whistling through the trees, the 200-metre walk gives you tantalising
glimpses Muirfield’s fluttering flags through the wrought iron lattice. Beyond,
groups of traditionally clad golfers stride across the links in jovial form bolstered
by the heat of competition.
Only the world’s great golf clubs give you that feeling. The
aura of the place takes over and your heart starts to pound and your eyes
widen. Pushing against the heavy iron gate, you enter in hushed deference. This
is, after all, where Tom Watson and Ben Crenshaw were dutifully vilified for
playing a couple of extra holes with hickories on a quiet Sunday evening. The
fact that Watson has just won the 1980 Open Championship with Crenshaw coming
third was of no interest to the club’s notorious secretary P.W.T. “Paddy”
Hanmer, a retired Royal Navy captain.
For more information visit http://www.todaysgolfer.co.uk/magazines/golf-world/2013/golf-world-magazine-open-issue/
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