The Forest of Arden, acclaimed hosts of the British Masters for the last two years, are likely to be looking for a new event to lend their course to next season.
Negotiations are still in progress but it seems that the Masters tournament, that ended on Sunday evening with victory for Thomas Bjorn, was the last in this corner of Warwickshire.
The Masters is destined for a new home and there are quietly spoken suggestions that it might not be too far from the Forest.
New sponsors are in the pipeline; this is the last year of the Daily Telegraph's involvement and there is considerable doubt about the continuing support of Dunlop.
Whoever puts up the money picks the venue and it is understood that the new sponsors, should they sign a deal, are a rival group to Marriott, who have been outstanding presenters not just of the Masters but of the English Open before it.
Year by year, their Arden course has improved. Year by year, the fields have got stronger and so has the chorus of approval from the players. Many will believe it to be a sad day if the Forest of Arden drops off the PGA tournament roster.
The players, though, were under the distinct impression that they were playing a new course this year. It has never played so short. Dry, bouncy fairways and strong winds meant that the ball carried enormous distances but not always in the right direction.
Strange fellows, tournament professionals. After three days of torment by small tornado, only five were under par when the last day dawned - calm, sunny and inviting. And more than a few of them complained.
Brian Davis, who lost in the three-way play-off, had prayed for the wind to keep blowing. This was meant to convey the belief that while he could stand the blustery going, the others couldn't, which was news to them.
Paul Broadhurst, not without an outside chance on the final day, put it strongest when he said that in calm conditions you have to play proper golf which, apparently, is harder to do.
Broadhurst certainly made his point. In the wind, he had used his fine short game to rescue his mistakes and he was level par as the result. On Sunday, he shot his worst round of the four. A 75.
There were plenty, though, who could make hay while the sun did its thing. Ian Poulter carded a 64 having only birdied one of the four par-fives. Stephen Dodd had a 65 and 66s and 67s abounded.
But the best score from those who were to finish in the top four was Bjorn's 68 and it was a curious aspect of this tournament that the frontrunners could not enhance the leaderboard. It was at the end of the last day as it was at the end of the third.
Bjorn has to be congratulated on taking the title, especially after what he has been through in the past 22 months. There was still the overwhelming impression that while one man won the tournament, at least five others lost it.
Michael Campbell, with a three-shot lead after day three, was sickened by his closing 73. David Howell was not a happy golfer, either: all he had to do was to hit a five-iron onto the 18th green and the money was his.
"One good swing was all I needed," went his lament.
Davis might not carry with him from now on thoughts as kind as the others on the state of the course. An unraked bunker, he claimed, cost him a shot at the tenth and this, ultimately, cost him the match. Some would disagree. Going into the bunker did.
Then, of course, we had a marvellous parochial overtone. Local boy Steve Webster gave much lustre to the tournament, through his golf and through what it nearly did for him.
Three holes out on Saturday, he looked like the favourite and he was hot again when Campbell double-bogeyed the 13th on Sunday.
Did he have a strong enough finish to make it two tournament victories in a week? Alas not, but when he and his legions of friends think back to this event, they'll bring up the double-bogey Webster made at the sixth on Saturday. And the six he took at the fourth on Sunday.
These were isolated errors and they were not big ones in terms of his golf. But the cost was staggering: there was £220,000 between Bjorn and fifth-placed Webster at the end.
If there are memories for the Atherstone golfer to cherish, they included the awe that he spread whenever he took out his driver.
No-one can be sure of where he stands in the lists of the world's long drivers but consider the blow that he struck at the 545-yard twelfth on Saturday.
It travelled 374 yards, partly downhill, and someone said that he had gone in with a nine-iron for his second. That's Premier Division.
And then there was the assurance of Ryder Cup captain Ian Woosnam that he would welcome Webster in his team for the K Club next year. Now he's started winning, and nearly winning, big tournaments that's certainly something for Webster to aim at.
