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\"\"<\/a>In October, my friend David Whyte– the renowned Scottish golf journalist– picked me up in Glasgow for a quick tour of the Speyside Golf Whisky Trail<\/a> in central Scotland. \u00a0Over five days we visited some of the best little-known golf courses in that golf-rich nation (Moray, Forres, etc), toured several whisky distilleries including Benromach (the smallest working distillery in Speyside) and The Glenlivet (with roots going back nearly 200 years), and stayed in a series of upscale golf hotels. \u00a0If there is a better “work” trip anywhere in the world, I’d like to know of it.<\/p>\n

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Staying Warm at the Garth Hotel.<\/p><\/div>\n

Mr. Whyte and I toiled mightily, beginning with our visit to Mar Hall<\/a> (see separate story) and then heading for the Highlands, where we overnighted at the Garth Hotel<\/a> in Grantown on Spey. \u00a0The hotel has anchored the town square since the 1850s, and its Victorian styling brings back the warm comforts of a long-gone era. \u00a0As does a meal of creamy seafood chowder followed by something like the grilled Cajun-spiced trout or trio of pan-seared collops of Cairngorm venison, sourced in the nearby mountains. \u00a0We dined with long-time golf pro Bill Mitchell, who regaled us with stories throughout the repast.<\/p>\n

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Grantown Golf Club.<\/p><\/div>\n

The next workday began with a hearty Scottish breakfast followed by a quick visit to the Grantown Golf Club<\/a>, which was closed for the morning due to a dusting of fresh snow, which didn’t prevent us from walking a few holes, including number nine, a terrific downhill reachable par four of 275 yards that I was quite keen to play despite the weather, until David talked some sense into me. \u00a0The \u00a0holes we saw were full of character, and the peacefulness of the pastoral setting likely belied some of the challenges of this perky inland layout. \u00a0The course features three different topographies: holes 1-6 route through flat parkland, 7-12 play through hilly woodlands, and the final six revert to more undulating parkland.<\/p>\n

Tramping through the snow at Grantown set us up perfectly for a warm, malty visit to the Glenlivet distillery<\/a> for a tour and background on one of my favorite subjects with Douglas Calendar over shortbread in the Glenlivet library, where framed military portraits kept a close eye on us as we \u00a0sat on the leather couches.<\/p>\n

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Moray Old Course, 18th Hole.<\/p><\/div>\n

The only thing left on such a weather day was to head to the coast, where conditions at Moray Golf Club<\/a> in Lossiemouth were, well, okay, not exactly better given the rain and wind, but at least playable. \u00a0And one look outward to the links from over a hot lunch in the clubhouse was enough to inspire Gore-tex donning and an eighteen-hole round. \u00a0Old Tom Morris designed Moray’s Old Course, a 6,228-yard old-school delight with, inexplicably, a giant metal moose standing guard on the first tee (which I was told had been known to attack American golfers). \u00a0The flags were at full attention in a stiff wind as we teed off on number one and looked out toward the Moray Firth and a lighthouse designed by the grandson of Robert Louis Stevenson. \u00a0The course– routed through high, dense whins, gorse, and heather– boasted deep ravetted bunkers and seven par fours over 400 yards. \u00a0A wee burn and abundant dunes added to the fun.<\/p>\n

On number five a sign warned “Beware sudden aircraft noise” which it occurred to me might be the worst swing thought ever. \u00a0But it was no joke– the planes flying into Lossiemouth Air Force Base were low and loud enough to make your ears bleed, though they may be finished soon, a casualty of the economy. \u00a0I can swear that one jet came over so close that I could see the silver fillings in the pilot’s mouth. \u00a0Tough to hit a touch shot to a rolling green when your hands are shaking like that.<\/p>\n

Great holes at Moray include a 310-yard driveable par four at number nine where humps and dips obscure the green, and the fourteenth, where a long approach over rippling dunesy fairways offers views of distant mountains and the sea, and a green set next to the beach. \u00a0The finish here is also terrific– a reachable but well-guarded par five at seventeen followed by a long par four at eighteen with the green set on a high platform fronting the clubhouse.<\/p>\n

Although Mr. Whyte was skeptical at best he still managed to get around with me and not lose the match until very late. \u00a0My advice \u00a0was that he put on some additional body fat via sticky toffee pudding so as not to disappear in a gale. \u00a0According to the member we lunched with before the round, Moray has always enjoyed a strong link to the nearby distilleries, and each year put a barrel aside at the Macallan distillery for a club whisky, which it was only right for us to sample post-round despite the portrait of Old Tom Morris looking down from the wall and reminding us of his own drinking-related fate.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>That evening, after peeling off our wet togs, we made for the dry, warm, and inviting\u00a0Sunninghill Hotel<\/a> in Elgin, where hostess Winnie Ross welcomed us to the fine establishment and equally warm bar. \u00a0The restaurant menu was so extensive as to create great sorrow over all the things I was not able to order, but Winnie sent a dram of her husband’s favorite whisky, from Glenrothes, which eased the pain a little. \u00a0Following dinner I was barely able to enjoy the elegant room as head hit pillow before I even realized it. \u00a0Which was good, because as soon as head lifted off pillow, it was downstairs for a full Scottish breakfast to inoculate us against any challenges the day might present.<\/p>\n

From Sunninghill it only made sense to pay a quick visit to the Elgin Golf Club<\/a>, which was established in 1906. \u00a0The clubhouse originally served as the local smallpox hospital. \u00a0Club members originally rejected the idea of Sunday golf at a meeting where police presence was necessary, but sixteen years later they approved it in another meeting at which members requested a liquor license. \u00a0The parkland golf course at Elgin plays firm and fast with natural silver birch and pine growing nicely in the sandy soil. \u00a0The course can be stretched to nearly 6,500 yards for championships. \u00a0It was originally designed by the local businessmen who founded the club, though it has a strong James Braid influence. \u00a0The unique and mostly original and wholly difficult greens feature a variety of slopes, knolls, hogsbacks, and runoffs. \u00a0In an early competition the club offered a washing machine to anyone who could make a hole-in-one on the 220-yard par three sixth, but the pro suggested they might consider offering the prize to anyone who could hit the green. \u00a0From many holes at Elgin you can see smoke from the Glenlossie and other distilleries nearby, and in fact many members are shift workers and managers at various distilleries. \u00a0In the old days the club put down a hogshead of whisky each year for sipping in the bar.<\/p>\n

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Elgin Golf Club.<\/p><\/div>\n

So it was only appropriate that after golf David Whyte and I went window shopping at the original Gordon & Macphail<\/a> whisky shop, which left us drooling a bit, which seemed to alarm the clerk. \u00a0To read about the best whisky tasting ever held, which took place that evening, click here<\/a>. \u00a0Following an even quicker tour of Johnston’s of Elgin’s<\/a> cashmere shop to buy something for the wife, we headed to Nairn, one of the finest lesser-known links courses I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.<\/p>\n

Plenty has been written about Nairn Golf Club<\/a>, a popular stop for golfers heading even farther north toward Dornoch. \u00a0Although originally concepted by Andrew Simpson, the head greenskeeper at Royal Aberdeen, Old Tom Morris revised and extended the design. \u00a0Twenty years later, James Braid worked on tees, bunkers and greens, and many years later Ben Sayers of North Berwick also contributed design work.<\/p>\n

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Knockomie. Fabulous!<\/p><\/div>\n

Every hole on the golf course offers views of the Moray Firth. \u00a0Depending on where the clouds are swirling, some holes also provide views of the Black Isle. \u00a0And every one of the first seven holes offers the opportunity to hit your ball into the sea. \u00a0The par threes are cleverly angled to make them tougher than first appears and mined with devilish bunkers. \u00a0 The three par fives all stretch more than 530 yards. \u00a0Nairn’s fairways are virtual factories putting out humps and hollows until there’s barely room for any more. \u00a0The greens are tricky yet crafty and the turf is as fine as any links can offer. \u00a0These holes are simple and pure and make you want to embrace them. \u00a0Potential mates include the \u00a0gorgeous 373-yard number three with a green hidden way behind a mound and eyebrow bunkers; the enchanting fourth which routes over a corner of beach just visible out of the corner of your eye (especially if you tend to slice); and the painfully attractive yet barely-manageable 13th, 423 yards of winding mayhem between sexy bunkers which climbs sharply by the green, thus making the tiers of the putting surface invisible.<\/p>\n

Our cold, wet, invigorating round not only exhilarated but also \u00a0created an appetite for– yes, you guessed right– whisky, which was heartily quenched fireside that evening at the fine, fine\u00a0Knockomie Hotel<\/a>, thanks to David Urquhart of Gordon & Macphail.<\/p>\n

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Forres Golf Club.<\/p><\/div>\n

Our final day on this grueling work trip included a quick visit to Forres Golf Club<\/a>, the playing of which we were forced to save for another time (thus requiring a return visit). \u00a0James Braid braided the original nine holes into a lovely parkland setting in 1889 and Willie Park added another nine in 1912. \u00a0The medal tees play a manageable 5,906 yards and to a par of 70– there are no par fives on the back side. \u00a0Par-three number seven plays 187 through a chute of trees to a green protected by bunkers in front. \u00a0Sixteen boats a pond to the right and a large patch of gorse splitting the fairway. \u00a0The entire layout climbs and dips between tall pines and patches of heather and gorse. \u00a0The course lies within om-ming distance of \u00a0Findhorn, Scotland’s answer to Esalen.<\/p>\n

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Barrels of Fun at Benromach.<\/p><\/div>\n

We capped our Speyside Golf Whisky Trail adventure with a tour of \u00a0the charmingly small Benromach Distillery<\/a>, where I was forced to take a sample bottle that now sits in an honored location in my Scotch closet at home.<\/p>\n

From there we embarked upon a separate business trip that began with a round at the most amazing Castle Stuart<\/a>, which I will write about in a separate story shortly, as it is worthy of far deeper consideration. \u00a0That night our new trip began with a visit to the modern masterpiece known as the RocPool Hotel<\/a> in Inverness. \u00a0\u00a0Although the super-modern room was in great contrast to many of the older, more classic hotels we’d been visiting, the luxury of it was not lost on us. \u00a0Nor the convenience. \u00a0Or the fantastic dinner, dedicated staff, attractive design, and much more. \u00a0We loved and admired it until we fell dead asleep while chatting in the lobby, but still managed to find our separate ways to our very comfortable beds.<\/p>\n

All photos by David Whyte<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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