12th no picnic for the players

A DAY in the life of the par threes at Portmarnock.

Fresh breeze blowing towards the Irish sea, the low, hissing whine of grasshoppers hiding in the untamed clumps of grass, a butterfly or two fluttering by as spectators, between the odd smattering of applause, work on their tans. Is this setting idyllic enough for you?

It certainly was for one enterprising couple who decided to set up camp on the knoll above the 12th green, complete with picnic basket and chequered rug.