I came to golf properly in June 2024 when my friend Caroun, up from London for the weekend, suggested a round on a par 3 course after he'd had a batch of beginner lessons. I hadn't swung a club in 25 years but said yes anyway — and that was that. What followed was enthusiasm and, as it turned out, a fairly unhealthy obsession with a small white ball that has absolutely no intention of going where you tell it — one that my wife has been remarkably tolerant of. Seventeen months
