When I was younger, I used to run around both the nearby golf courses, public and private, 27 holes in all. Once older, I hoped to continue to walk there. When I say ‘around’, I mean on the perimeters, not on the actual fairways. Imagine my surprise when I was confronted one day on the public course by someone apparently performing as Basil Fawlty, ordering me to leave, and threatening to ‘make it illegal’ when I wished to discuss the rights and wrongs. Signs subsequently appeared around the course, supporting the tenant’s right to order people out.
Someone defined golf as ‘a good walk spoilt’. Having a golf course nearby used to be like having a large, quiet private garden. Now the walk is not just spoilt (for us all) but withdrawn.
In contrast, the signs on the fences of the Royal Fremantle Golf Course do not refuse access: they simply make the entrant aware of the dangers and responsibilities involved.
