AS A golfer, it is a view which I'm not afraid to admit strikes fear into your heart. Standing on the terrace outside the restaurant and bar at Dartmouth Golf and Country Club, it is the vista over the putting green towards the 10th tee.
Shots don't get much tougher for us amateurs: after a reasonable carry over thick rough — think heather and gorse — your target is a narrow fairway with little margin for error.
On the left are slate cliffs which slant downwards at a sharp angle, while on the right is a steep slope down to a valley abyss.
There's a dogleg in there for good measure, and subsequent shots involve an uphill approach to a small green, meaning you can't wimp out and take an iron to start.
It is a tee shot which many golfers have no doubt played more than once. A place where golf balls effortlessly go the great driving range in the sky. A real round-ruiner.
Others in my party, however, have a different view.
"Daddy, look at that man's funny trousers!" shouts my two-year-old from right beside me, pointing at someone down on the putting surface below.
He's clearly part of a golf society enjoying a day out at Dartmouth, as there are an unusually high number of 'funny trousers' on display.
Spots, stripes, neon colours, Union Jack flag patterns — there's no bounds to the lengths some of this group have gone to win the 'best funny trousers' competition.
To a two-year-old who knows nothing about golf — let alone the etiquette of funny trouser-wearing competitions — it must look like a clown convention has invaded the course.
The man looks up at the terrace, thankfully smiling with good humour despite having been clearly and loudly mocked by a pre-schooler.
Thankfully, the mixing of family and non-golfing groups with low-handicappers is something which Dartmouth Golf and Country Club does very well.
For anyone who hasn't been, the name of the club itself is a bit of a misnomer — it's found five miles outside Dartmouth itself and on the road towards Totnes.
And it's not as much of an exclusive 'club' as it might sound.
Having turned up with a group of seven, only two of us (the dads) are golfers. There are also two mums, two toddlers and a baby.
None of us are members, but we're spending several nights at the Blackawton-based club as a family break.
The agreement is that the mums get to try out the spa and leisure facilities while the dads look after the children, and then the dads get to play the 18-hole championship course the next day in return.
For the children, Woodlands Family Theme Park is within walking distance of the club. And there's also lots of men in funny trousers to laugh at.
Our accommodation is provided by one of the smart stone lodges which sit at the other end of the car park to clubhouse.
While the hotel overlooks the championship course, the lodges have a more bucolic view of surrounding countryside, with a glimpse of the nine-hole Dartmouth course depending on which lodge you are in.
They are a relatively new addition to the club's facilities and show little wear.
They sit around a central courtyard in the middle of which is a large water feature providing an auditory backdrop of tinkling water.
Each three-bedroomed cottage has three en suite bathrooms, a downstairs loo and cloakroom and a generous-sized kitchen and lounge.
There's a wood-burning stove — though its clipped shut for summer, and no logs anyway — and enough sofas for everyone to sit down.
The space is not packed with furniture — there's no dinner table cluttering it up — but neither is there a cooker or even a fridge. It rather begs the question of why there's such a large kitchen just to make a cup of tea.
More importantly, however, is the fact the beds are super-comfy, and balcony doors flood the bedrooms with light during the day.
The club's excellent on-site restaurant makes self-catering a bit pointless anyway, and the foodie-friendly town of Dartmouth is a short drive for those wanting something different.
After checking in, there's not too long before the mums head off for their pampering session in the spa.
They opt to both have a package involving a facial, massage, pedicure and manicure for what I'm told is a very reasonable £100.
They both come back a couple of hours later, raving about their experiences.
The dads then recount an afternoon taking three small children to Coronation Park, near the waterfront in Dartmouth itself. So large drinks all round, for differing reasons.
The clubhouse boasts a restaurant which is far more than apres-golf fare, and is also welcoming to families.
While head chef Robert Walsh has created a new menu including such mouthwatering dishes as Devonshire belly pork and scallops, there is also a well-priced bistro menu and children's options.
There's also easy access to the terrace where small children can goggle at golfers practising their putting — or in my two year old's case, cheer and clap when someone holes a long putt.
A trip to Woodlands Family Theme Park is the ideal choice the following day.
Opened in 1989, the theme park slash caravan park has grown steadily in terms of both attractions and visitor numbers, and a whopping 350,000 people now pour through the gates each year on average.
A glance at the park map shows why. Set in 90 acres of natural woodland, the park is crammed full of just about every ride and attraction you can imagine.
The latest addition is the Fantasi Forest, opened in May, which is billed as an enchanted land of fairies and elves with a quasi-eco theme.
Whoever thought of the Turbo Witch and the Purple Trolls Hideout is either a genius or should be on some serious medication, or possibly both, but the kids absolutely loved it.
Among the highlights is a 'hide' built over one of the lakes where you can feed fish in a pool lit up in various different colours.
Although our little ones were not big enough for all of the rides, there was still plenty for them to go on, and the park designers are definitely not short on imagination.
About the only downside is the amount of walking up and down hills, as there's hardly a flat surface in sight.
And then there's the golf. It's the bit which needs no selling, as Dartmouth is one of the region's top courses, and was in immaculate condition when we visited.
The terrain is again a challenge, which makes a buggy worth investing in, and its not an easy course, so pack a few extra golf balls.
And as for that 10th hole tee shot? Well let's just say I'm glad I wasn't wearing funny trousers.