As far as I could see, the course was almost exactly the same as it always had been. One or two of the bunkers had been rather more abruptly 'faced' with walls of turf; and the little hut, which once served Fernie for a shop, and whence he used to issue in a white apron and with a half-made club in his hand, had become a ladies' club-house; but otherwise the whole nine holes appeared entirely unchanged. Their names came back to me as I played them--the 'Gate,' the 'Tower,' 'Eastward Ho!' 'Bunker's Hill,' the 'Point'--and the only thing as to which I felt doubtful was the position of a certain bunker that used once to be known as 'Morley's Grave,' and was faced, if I remember rightly, with black timbers that have now vanished. [Illustration: FELIXSTOWE _General view of the course_] Looking at the course as impartially as possible, it seems to me now to possess a striking mixture of very easy and extremely difficult shots. There are several tee-shots, for instance, where one may hit out in a very gay and careless spirit and with but the very smallest fear of disaster; there are other shots, and especially second shots up to the greens, where the ball has to be played to a very exact spot, and where no other spot will do. The thing, however, that in a great degree makes the golf at Felixstowe is the truly magnificent finish. With a breeze against the player, as it was when I was there, it is hard to conceive two more splendid and exacting holes than the eighth and ninth, 'Bunker's Hill' and the 'Point,' and--here is one of the advantages of a nine-hole course--we have to battle with them four times in one day's golf. At the risk of exaggerating, I will boldly assert that I have never seen two such fine holes coming consecutively at the end of any golf course.