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Normally into the prevailing wind,players must be careful on this one.A straight tee shot is essential,leaving a tricky second into an undulating green. Farmland, seashore, woodland and distant hills embroider the landscape bowl that falls away from the 7th tee, ornamented with detail as diverse as the Isle of Man at sea, the manor house in the vale below and the excruciatingly sharp, lichen-drenched rock extrusions on the fairway. Seabirds soar in silence. Clouds are progressively wisping, scudding, gathering, looming, oppressing. A vapour trail unerringly scores some flight path or other across a stretch of open blue sky. Brown Hare takes off from nowhere once again, dashing criss-cross fashion through and over the grassy knolls, stopping in the rough once more at a safe distance to assess again this stranger in his midst. The rough up here is studded with self heal, no longer vibrant summer purple but clad in dried-out tones of early autumn. A large white snail with beautiful blue-merle markings nestles in the grass nearby, vulnerably retracting its delicate, mantled beige body into its shell in response to this unforeseen disturbance. Between the 7th green and 8th tee, more windpruned blackthorn snuggles tightly against the cliff. A little wren dives in for cover then rattles out a severe scolding for the perceived disturbance of mere proximity. |
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