This is the golf course.

Saturday afternoon., we pass the golf course on the way to the woods and there are a few people playing. It is a beautiful setting for a course and looks well maintained.
I can't ever see me playing golf, it looks horrendously difficult to put such a tiny ball in such a tiny hole at such a great distance.
My cousin plays endlessly and there is a man of 101 who still plays, proving that it must be good for your health I suppose.
Pip hates golf because she is scared by
the noise of the club hitting the club.
She also hates the shooting which is taking place at the moment (except Sundays when there is only the clay pigeon shoot.
Next weekend is Bonfire Night, so it gets worse.

There is every sports club you can wish for, a modern sports centre with a swimming pool with a climbing wall plus the outdoors as already described. There are classes in singing, dancing, Gaelic, European languages. There is live music in the hotel bars, talks and shows, the art group, the reading group and many more I have not yet discovered. These will come in useful when the dark evenings are upon us, starting from tomorrow.