St George's Hill Golf Club

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

Half a club less, and let the hill do the rest.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

Downhill, the ball stays up longer than feels right.

Short holes punish greed first.

The wind does more up here than the trees admit.

A wedge, a firm heart, and no peeking.

The green sits smaller than it reads from the tee.

Take one more club than pride suggests.

A three here never hurt anyone.

Under-clubbing is the oldest mistake on this tee.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

Pick a spot on the green and mean it.

Good players aim away from the pin here. Be one.

The miss is short here. It is nearly always short.

Long leaves the harder chip. Believe the number.

One good swing. That is the whole assignment.

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.

Swing at eighty per cent. The yardage is honest.

Centre of the green, every day of the week.

Aim at the fat of the green and putt for your two.

Fly it all the way in. There is no running route.

Par walks off this tee less often than it should.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

Anything timid rolls back down to say hello.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

All carry. Choose the club that clears it twice.

A wedge, a firm heart, and no peeking.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

Half a club less, and let the hill do the rest.

Running one in through the front is the percentage play.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

The water is nearer the tee than the green. Ignore it.

A wood from the tee is not a confession. Take it.

The bank forgives nothing. Land it on top.