The only person who doesn’t look impressed by the arrival of my small, sleek helicopter on the practice range at Barnbougle golf course is the bloke with his 3-wood in hand, determined to continue his pre-game warm-up. My pilot has other ideas. Before she helps me strap in, she runs across to him. “He told me he won’t hit us, but I told him just how much a bad shot might cost him,” she says.
As quickly as the chopper arrived, it’s off again, and I’m banking left above the ocean