We call our non-golfers the Gallery — in golf, the gallery walks the course with the players, part of the day rather than apart from it — and on our journeys the Gallery has a full parallel programme on every golf morning.
What that looks like in practice: in the Cape, a private winelands tasting or a kelp-forest morning while the golfers take on Pearl Valley. In the bush, an extra game drive, a walking safari, a massage with the sounds of the waterhole. In Nairobi, the Karen Blixen museum sits beside the golf club gates; in Rwanda, the genocide memorial and the craft cooperatives of Kigali reward a slow morning. And every afternoon the party reunites for the sundowner — both halves smug about their day.
Families travel well this way too: malaria-free reserves in South Africa mean younger children join safely, and the rhythm of safari mornings and free afternoons suits every generation.
The honest truth from sixty years of hosting: the Gallery frequently comes home the happiest of all. The wild does not care whether you play off four or don't play at all.
— Shelagh Harker