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The Drawing Room HourNotebook No 76October 2025

Doonbeg, the morning room

West Clare from a window, before the wind picks up.

Collected by Deborah. Read her editorial perspective

In the morning room at Doonbeg, before nine, we take in West Clare. We look straight down the dunes, past tall, dew-laden grasses, to the Atlantic, whose rhythmic sigh registers through the old glass. This is when we watch the light change, before the day’s usual bluster.

Doonbeg, the morning room

Adare

We once traversed the golf course without clubs, tracing the contours Greg Norman designed. This allowed us to note the subtle shifts in elevation and the land’s decline toward the sea. Walking revealed a practical measure of the course’s excellence that play itself sometimes obscures.

For a grounded experience, stay in the lodge wing. Eat one dinner a short drive away in Lahinch.

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Editorial itineraries from Ireland.

Collected notes. A few times each season.