I hadalmost forgotten where I’d put my golf club travel cover when I received an invitation to head out for a few days of golf in Sotogrande. Two Covid-affected winters meant it had been almost three years since I’d played golf overseas. I was champing at the bit to get away from a cold and wet November in Aberdeenshire, get the sun on my back and play some pristine tracks in the south of Spain.
I’ve been to Sotogrande before and I loved the blend of continental style and top-quality golf on offer. The itinerary for this trip promised more of the same, so anticipation was high. Flying from Edinburgh, it’s three hours south to Gibraltar. It must be one of the easier ways for us Brits to get back into the European Union these days. After picking up bags, we crossed the border on foot to find a car on the Spanish side. From
