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You buy a bucket of 100 balls. That’s 100 tiny promises you make to the universe to improve your game. By ball 15, you’re exhausted. By ball 30, you’re inventing new curse words. By ball 60, you’ve broken every promise and just want to see how far you can hit one into the adjacent field. Lichfield’s range is forgiving—they don’t charge extra for your existential crisis.
Surprisingly, the mats here are top-notch. They simulate real grass better than some actual grass. You can actually feel the brush of turf, which is great for your confidence and terrible for your excuses. “The mat was too bouncy” no longer works. You’ll have to find a new scapegoat, like a distant car on the A38.
The Targets: Not Just Big, but Optimistic
They have flags at 50, 100, and 150 yards. The 200-yard flag exists, but it’s basically a myth, like a unicorn or a golfer who doesn’t complain. Hitting the 100-yard marker feels like winning a miniature lottery. Hitting the 200-yard marker? You’ll text everyone you know. Do it, and you’ve earned the right to talk about it for a week.
Golf Entertainment Centre and Driving Range | Strike Shack Golf
There’s also a giant basket at the back. I’m convinced it’s there to catch your ball when you overswing and accidentally commit a war crime against aerodynamics. Surprising fact: The range’s ball collection robot is named “The Fetchinator 3000” by the staff. It’s surprisingly fast, and once it nearly ran over my foot. I consider that a personal victory dance from the machine.
