Brookwater is Augusta with gum trees and thankfully little was done to alter the natural contours of the land. It is very hilly, just like Augusta, but the fairways are much tighter. Brookwater is a beautiful experience but I must add that in spite of my dislike of carts I'm very glad Fred and I drove rather than walked this wonderful course.
Robina Woods, now called Palmer Gold Coast was high on my list of must play. Ever since I started on my artistic journey I had looked forward to one day capturing my impression of the clubhouse at Robina Woods; and now was my chance. I've always said if there is such a thing as reincarnation then I want to be an architect the next time round. More in the mould of Frank Lloyd Wright and not the kind of architect who designs the towering edifices that are sore on the eyes while walking along the shores of Surfer's Paradise.
There's something about the Robina Woods clubhouse which I find very appealing. It has a striking appearance and yet it's not overstated. And while I'm not a big fan of artificial lakes on golf courses, the presence of water is very soothing and in this case very appropriate.
Clive Palmer has been described as the Aussies answer to Donald Trump but unlike Donald he doesn't make many changes to his acquisitions with the exception of the presence of a replica Tyrannosaurus Rex promoting his Dinosaur Park.
Fortunately the specimen adjacent to the 9th green had its loud roar and swishing tail switched off for the duration of the time we spent there. And this was very much appreciated since I was faced with a curly four-footer to half the front-nine.
Our final day was over with no worries about returning to Godzone and being faced with a Gigantosaurus or other member of the dinosaur clan.