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I'm not a golfer but I am sure it would be great to play this course. It is a 18 hole par 70 championship course designed by two renowned golf architects RS Black and Arthur East.

For me, I love the roses (they grow wonderfully well in this area) and the mountains which are an ever present and delightful part of the landscape.

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  1. Yes, for mine it is the gentle roll over to the next set of hills, with the river running through it lined possibly with she-oaks ...

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  2. Very well composed shot, with the eye being led from the roses in the foreground, to the green, to the mountains in the back. It would be a spectacular place to play.

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  3. Those roses look lovely - And what great scenery for a golf course! I'm not a golfer either, but this looks like a fun area to lounge around outside.

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  4. I'm not a golf course person, they use too many resources, but it is reassuring to see the mountains in the background.

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  5. I'm like you - I don't play golf - but I sure would like to hit a golf ball around this course - win or loose the scenery is spectacular! I would just like one of those little buggies to take me from hole to hole.

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  6. Country golf courses are the best...no crowds

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  7. Now that is a beaut photo - whether someone plays golf or not. Well done.

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