A Guided Tour Of Two Hundred Bunkers

by: RussellR.Collins
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If you have heard of the name Jack Nicklaus then you'll probably know something about golf. I play golf, well, more accurately I occasionally hit a small white ball with a big stick, and sometimes the ball goes in the right direction, and sometimes it doesn't. The difference between Jack Nicklaus and myself is that he hits the ball more often, and it tends to go where he intends it to more often than me. Oh, and of course, he's been voted Golfer of the Millennium, and I'm still waiting to hear.

When he's not hitting birdies and eagles, Jack tends to also excel at designing golf courses, and he's created quite a few. I just read somewhere that he has recently designed nine full courses for Polaris World. They're all laid out nearby each other so that the lucky residents get to play through 162 holes. The article didn't say how many sycamores there are on the course, but I'm pretty sure I'd fine most of them pretty quickly. Still, at least the lakes would be pretty to look at while wondering whether to risk diving in to find my ball. There is certainly something to be said for a lifestyle which involves living in luxurious Spanish properties, constantly bathed in sunshine, with enough golf to last a lifetime.

For some reason I always picture other people in these glorious scenarios. Like my well tanned and absurdly happy neighbours who seem to disappear off to exotic locations and come back with tans that make me look whiter than a sheet of paper. I hate my neighbours. They're lovely people, but it's people like them, not like me, who get to live that kind of paradise lifestyle. Having said which, I had never really given it serious thought, until I discovered that these overseas property arrangements weren't just for the absurdly rich, the fragile ancients or both. In fact, because they've made such a big thing of the golf, it's appealing more and more to people like me who enjoy a good game, or more frequently, a dismal one.

I was trying to play a game of golf at my local course recently, and it wasn't easy. We'd had a lot of rain lately - which isn't surprising, it's what we're known for here. The problem was that the whole course was so waterlogged that I was seriously considering trading in my golf cart for a dinghy. Rowing across to the eighth whilst waving a cheery greeting to some poor soul who's stranded on the edge of a bunker and looks very much as though he's Man Friday is not the traditional or preferred style of playing golf. If I liked getting wet I'd have taken up swimming and if I enjoyed getting muddy I'd have taken up rugby.

So with the weather here so dismal, the idea of having nine brand new golf courses all designed by the world's top golfer, all located together somewhere where it rains sunshine and the only pouring that happens is a glass of Sangria at the nineteenth. I have never considered buying overseas property because of the hassle, but then, thinking about the hassle of coping with the everyday gloom and access to just one or two local golf courses here, upping sticks and taking the plunge just once to benefit from a lifetime of endless golf and warm weather is incredibly tempting. What's even more tempting is that I hear they're now offering free trips over there so that you can experience it for yourself. The idea of a weekend in one of these resorts, playing a free round of golf on one of Jack Nicklaus' designs is something that makes me wonder whether I could become the neighbour that gets the envied looks.

I've been aware for a long time that with property prices in this country on the rise that my house would be worth a fair sum. After I started taking these adverts more seriously, and checked out the prices, I couldn't believe what I could get for my money over there. I could sell my house and buy two luxury apartments in Spain, or a fabulous villa. Straight away I started fantasizing about my own pool somehow, I am starting to like the idea of getting wet, but not due to the rain.

I know that the idea of moving there sounds too much like hassle, but then I keep looking out of my window at the gloom and grey, and think about how I get up in the morning. You know, I don't even bother to open the curtains sometimes. There's nothing much to look at except grey skies, gloomy faces and the rain dripping off the gutters onto the muddy patch that I laughably refer to as my garden. But I have an image in my head of how I would feel waking up in my own villa in Spain. From one window I would be able to look across at the ponderous mountains as they yawn their way towards the purple haze of the horizon, and in the other direction I would watch the yachts skip across the cheerful blue ocean. Apparently the sea is blue over there - imagine that, clear blue water on your doorstep that doesn't mean you've been flooded.

I'm certainly very tempted to consider the idea of a free trip - after all, I have nothing to lose. I may even find that the more clement weather improves my golfing game. Perhaps I may even meet old Jack and challenge him to a round. The only thing that puts me off is the hassle, but then, it's only once, and the satisfaction of having made it will be more than worth it. The adverts are certainly targeting this country a great deal, and it sounds as though they know what they're doing. Like many people, I work from home which means that relocating means little more than moving all my gear. Except for my winter clothes; I won't need them any more of course!

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