The Greens of Ireland | Irish America
℘℘℘ A mean Atlantic southwesterly howls up the sand dunes, blasting a wintry chill across the grassy headland. Out on the exposed hills a slow procession catches my eye. Leaning into the gale is a hardy knot of Arctic adventurers, pressing on and pausing, driving forward for all their worth. They’re buttoned from head to toe in woolens and waterproofs yet they’re out enjoying themselves, chasing after a small white ball. There’s no doubt golfers are a breed apart. Do they ever look excited at the first tee? “Oh Jesus, yeah,” replies Martin Shorter, director of golf at the rece...