A classic example of pasture golf: rustic in the extreme, and in no way easy. The first five of the nine hole course traverse a rolling meadow, skirt a pine forest before tracing the Assabet River. Holes six through eight are more compressed, sharing a modest square of rocky meadow, bisected by the club's gravel driveway. Nine is a brutal par three straight up a forested esker. The course can be played for a full 18 from slightly different tee boxes.

Of course, they are boxes only in name. Like any pasture golf course, everything through to the green is rustic, even romantic. Tee shots are often closed, guarded, and psychologically challenging. The greens themselves are lillypads: spongy, universally round, and apparently as small as the real thing. As approach targets, they're a welcome challenge. As a putting surface, the spongy, unkempt collage of wild grasses will ruin a game calibrated for Bentgrass or Bermuda.

Never easy on the eyes, the course is nonetheless a relaxing pastoral, somehow rooted well into the economic history of New England: forest, pasture, river, and road.