We woke up at Rathview and had a great Irish Breakfast, which is much the same as the English or Scottish. For Christ sake, let’s call it British breakfast. Pouched eggs, toast, jam, sausage and which non crispy slices of bacon.
With coffee and Juice, and we were good to go. We did have a little bit of a drive ahead of us going Luttrellstown Castle, the Posh place Spice married David Beckham.
We were there to play golf, not get married, although some of us might have had thoughts about it when meeting Edita, that served us well at the bar.
A stunning place, with a stunning golf course and a crazy Marshal from RFGS. Before tee off at the first tee, he started chasing Pheasants and attracting plenty of attention towards the first guys to tee off … Pile the pressure on Mr.
We did not stick to our 5-ball plan this round and we were spilt up to a 2 and 3-ball. The Golf was excellent, and I have no recollection of who did what or where on the on the scoreboard.
If I recall correct we had some very nice Surf and Turf that evening, probably at the place we did not eat the first day. We rounded the night off at Wrights I assume, but it was not as late as the night before, or maybe it was.
