Summary
I used to feel slightly sorry for "golf widows" - those women who are abandoned every weekend and holiday as their husbands religiously attempt to better their handicap. Apart from the continual absence of their partner, I couldn't even begin to appreciate the embarrassment they must suffer as a result of being married to men who wear Burberry plus-fours.
I imagined them forced to holiday at golfing resorts where the closest thing to soft, golden sand would be a bunker, and a dip in the sea would be shunned in favour of wading through water at the 14th hole in search of hubby's lost balls. The only phrase book needed would be a guide to that seemingly-foreign language of golf, to translate mulligans, niblicks, doglegs, yips and birdies of the non-feathered variety.See the full content of this document
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Travel: Luxury - the Whole in One ; the Green Jewel of La Manga Club Is Best Known for Its Three Championship Golf Courses. But, As Helen Gabriel Discovers, There Is More to This Resort Than 54 Perfectly Manicured Holes
But every shred of sympathy vanished as soon as I set foot in La Manga. In 1,400 acres of breathtaking countryside on the lower slopes of the pine-covered Murcian hills in Southern Spain, nestled between lemon groves is a luxury resort the size of Monaco.
The main Hyatt Regency hotel is spacious and beautifully decorated, as are the five-star Las Lomas self-c...See the full content of this document

