My name is Ed, and I am an addict. My addiction is not to alcohol or any illicit substance. It is, in certain senses, far worse. You see, my addiction is to golf, and there is no known treatment, let alone cure, for my malady.

As a self-confessed golfaholic, virtually all of my leisure travel is configured to cater to my uncontrollable cravings. Hotels without – or far from – golf courses, however stylish and satisfying, are forever crossed off my list of possible destinations. A holiday without a golf course nearby is not, alas, a proper holiday for me. In an ideal world, I want to be at a first-class hotel that has a first-class golf course right on the property. And I recently found exactly such an ideal world at Albany in the Bahamas.

This is an excerpt from Travel - Telegraph as it appeared on April 29, 2013. For updates or to read the current version of this post in its entirety, please click here.

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