If a golf course were to be created in Hell it might resemble the now serene landscape of Gallipoli, where the blood of thousands was spilled a century ago in one of World War I’s most spectacular Allied failures.
An eerie serenity pervades the rolling landscape of this peninsula and, in the bright spring sunshine, there could scarcely be a more peaceful spot for a Sunday afternoon stroll.
But a chill is never far from the spine, whatever the temperature.
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