Golf Review of the Scottish Highlands golf course of Strathpeffer

The real Scotland does exist today. It may not be on the paths trod by Americans afraid to drive on the left side of the road, but Scotland is there for the finding. All it takes is to chip beneath the thick veneer of the British Open rota conspicuously St. Andrews's Old Course, Muirfield, Royal Troon, and Turnberry and venture to the places where true Scots carry the banner of those apple-cheeked burghers who battled the whins, winds, and waves to bring golf into the world. Call it serendipity or just plain luck, but after a search of the Scottish Highlands, I found the real Scotland - not as we fantasize, but as it is today. It was there on a bright, cool, September Saturday at what may be one of the finer hidden treasures in all Scotland - Strathpeffer Spa Golf Club.

Standing by the bar, rehashing the round and our shots, I never felt more at home. These three men, whom I had met just three-and-a-half hours earlier, were treating me as if I were their lifelong buddy. In a sense I was, because in golf we shared a lifelong passion, and that thread bound us the same way as if I had grown up at Strathpeffer Spa.


			Will The Real Scotland Please Stand ? Excerpts from an article by PAT SEELIG in a major American Golf Magazine
home course reviews events info links history location tourism photos			The real Scotland does exist today. It may not be on the paths trod by Americans afraid to drive on the left side of the road, but Scotland is there for the finding. All it takes is to chip beneath the thick veneer of the British Open rota conspicuously St. Andrews's Old Course, Muirfield, Royal Troon, and Turnberry and venture to the places where true Scots carry the banner of those apple-cheeked burghers who battled the whins, winds, and waves to bring golf into the world. Call it serendipity or just plain luck, but after a search of the Scottish Highlands, I found the real Scotland - not as we fantasize, but as it is today. It was there on a bright, cool, September Saturday at what may be one of the finer hidden treasures in all Scotland - Strathpeffer Spa Golf Club. Standing by the bar, rehashing the round and our shots, I never felt more at home. These three men, whom I had met just three-and-a-half hours earlier, were treating me as if I were their lifelong buddy. In a sense I was, because in golf we shared a lifelong passion, and that thread bound us the same way as if I had grown up at Strathpeffer Spa.









			Golf Course Road, Strathpeffer, Ross-Shire, Scotland, IV14 9AS