G olfbegan for me through sheer sibling competitiveness. I won’t lie, I wanted to beat my brother who had just taken up the game at the age of nine. I was 11 and we were fiercely competitive in tennis, hockey, Lego creations, you name it. My mum suggested she and I learned to play golf together. My dad had played as a child and there it started. Family time went from hitting hockey balls round the garden to playing nine holes at Wellow Golf Club back in 1991. We hung out on the course as a four-ball. It was great and also a true test of character to play alongside each other without arguing. I remember throwing a tennis racket at my brother during a ‘friendly rally’ in the garden once when things weren’t going my way – but at least I never threatened him with a putter.
So what does that say about golf? It taught me so many lessons as a child and especially as a teenager, including
