As the son of an English diplomat, I spent some years in my early teens living on the Caribbean island of Barbados.
It was there that I was introduced to the game of golf. I would occasionally join my father and his friends on palm-fringed golf courses, and it didn’t take me long to get a feel for the game.
I also very quickly gained a very real sense that this was to be the most infuriating sport I’d ever have the opportunity to play.
To get through a round of golf alive is to have your character tested to its very edge.