Mark Twain had it all wrong. Golf is not a good walk spoiled, golf is a journey. And when Ireland provides the map it becomes an 11,000km odyssey for one man in a camper van. Kevin plays every 18-hole golf course in Ireland in all kinds of weather and with all kinds of golfers. He deals with a leaky roof, potholes, /americans, Germans, British and born-again Christians and even an Irish mammy. Most were wonderful, a few were barking mad and then there was the crazy lady in the middle of the road. As for the golf, he met great golfers, bad golfers, rude golfers, and golfers as old as time itself. Ireland's beauty shines through but the people encountered along the way, the golf clubs visited and the idiosyncrasies of a twenty-year-old camper van form the fairways on which this story plays"--Publisher's description.