STORIES & ESSAYS by Taba Dale

WRITING ABOUT WHAT SHE LOVES – ART, GOLF AND TRAVEL

Taba Dale has written over 400 short stories/essays since she began writing in 2010 during her first full summer in Ireland. Of those 400 + stories, about 200 are golf-related. Some can be found in her four books and others have been published in golf related magazines and online publishing platforms.

A Symphony of Golf

A Symphony of Golf

“Golf architects are the Rembrandts and Beethovens of their domains.” “The game of golf has often been compared with music. In this essay, GHS member Taba Dale, who loves exploring the game through the written word as well as on the course, ponders the game’s...

Daisy Month on Askernish

Daisy Month on Askernish

Sugar white beaches and turquoise waters We were hoping to get to Askernish Golf Club by 2 PM today (June 25th) but it all depended on the ferry crossing from Harris to North Uist (Uibhist). Then we had to drive down through the Isle of Benbecula (Beinn nam Fadhla or...

Monarch of the Marcliffe

Monarch of the Marcliffe

MONARCH OF THE MARCLIFFE The brass plaque on the wall beneath him says he weighed “699 lbs.” Below that, “277 kilos”. His graying brown head is turned just slightly and his dark eyes catch yours. His antlers: “9.5 lbs. Dry”. I don’t understand the “dry” bit. Actually,...

Ferry Tale

Ferry Tale

FERRY TALE Morfontaine Following behind two metallic burgundy fully-decked-out matching Honda motorcycles (with trailers!), we drove on to the 9am ferry to Fishguard, and departed the dock on time. We were comfy with WiFi and two Pullman chairs on deck 7 of the Stena...

A Score by the Tail

A Score by the Tail

A SCORE BY THE TAIL Donegal We arrived in Donegal very late on Tuesday night so Kevin could play a practice round at Donegal Golf Club on Wednesday morning. His idea of a “holiday” is playing in the Ulster Seniors, which started today. When the ominous morning came, I...

Celtic Clash

Celtic Clash

CELTIC CLASH Royal Porthcawl Alighting from the ferry in Fishguard, we are welcomed with some sunshine. We’re back to miles and spelling that only the Welsh can decipher. No longer in the Emerald Isle-land of 40 shades of green—we are now in with only 39 shades of...