The golf course is directly on the dunes which shelter it from the Irish Sea. Sitting on top of the highest dunes this hot summer has been a pleasure. I found it very tranquil and calming staring out across the vast flat sands at low tide.
Even the planes taking off from the nearby airport didn't dent my contemplations. In fact, they lent the sunny scene a retro feel as they thundered over the roofs of Pontins Holiday Camp (I imagined it was 1972 and the holiday-camp crowds looked skywards and waved at the 3pm daily flight to Spain and secretly wished they could get pissed on sangria instead of warm beer).
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