'Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.'
A wonderful notion, made slightly curious when it is learned that the words were spoken by a water rat called 'Ratty'. To a mole. Called 'Mole'. Making me think that Kenneth Grahame might have been prone to adding a goodly dose of herbaceous material to the wind in his willows.
Golf shops are a bit like that. You will see people simply wandering around, chatting, picking things up and putting them down. Dreaming that a Titleist Pro V X will give them extra distance and they will suddenly be able to suck a ball back to the pin even though they rarely hit the green. Thats the thing about golf, everyone has hit a great shot, and everyone thinks they can do it again. Its the exquisite pain of playing well all the while knowing that disaster is just a shot away.
The blokes in this shop are cool. They don't have the superior attitude that can spoil a wander around the shop. So far everyone I've spoken with is Irish which gives them a flying start. They are not going to annoy you, but if you want to know something they will tell you. They match prices with other places and even on line stuff - sometimes.
I recommend this place because its in the city and, even if you dont buy anything, its a nice way to spend ten minutes dreaming of what might be.
'Behold the Golfer. He ventures out full of anticipation, and returns home full of drink and the truth is not in him.' read more