Our man on the ground at Real Clube de Golfe de Sevilla takes you behind the scenes at the Reale Seguros Open de Espana.
A very serious case indeed
Travel can be a stressful experience at times, lugging around bags laden with holiday clothing all in the hope of reaching your destination with the minimum of fuss, and without too many queues. Unfortunately delays and a missing suitcase were to blight the beginning of my voyage. Having sat on the tarmac at Heathrow for over an hour, the chance of catching my connecting flight was in jeopardy, but a little light jogging did the trick upon my arrival in Madrid and I made it to the plane on time. However, my bag did not! A little disappointing, especially for those around me two days into wearing the same clothes, but on the eve of round one, upon returning to the hotel room, there it stood. It’s never felt so good to slide on a fresh pair of pants. Too much information…?
Comfort is king
When you travel to any tournament you expect to be sitting in temporary structures on particularly uncomfortable chairs but this week, to my amazement, the seating on offer has been positively delightful. They might not be the kind of luxurious armchairs that recline and house a fridge for refreshments in the arm, but boy are they soft on the old posterior. Now all we need is a couple of ice cold ones.
The rain in Spain…
Having left a typically wet England, deep in the midst of its ‘April Showers’, there was plenty of excitement and anticipation at some glorious Spanish sunshine to come at the end of a short flight to Seville. The build-up delivered on this promise to an extent, but shortly after the start of day one the heavens opened and truly biblical scenes were the result. The rain hammering against the roof of the media centre provided a disappointing soundtrack to the first morning of the event and acted as proof that the rain in Spain, in this case falls not on the plains, but at the Real Club de Golf de Sevilla.