Whilst playing an evening 9 holes on the Eden after a morning 18 on the Old Course, I was out with a couple of mates and some beers.

Addressing the 5th tee I’d played well in both the morning and evening thus far, I nonchalantly hit my 9 iron into the sun setting over the home of golf, St Andrews, only to see it drop in the hole.

At 22 years old and with no ambition to stop, I hope this is the first of a few aces.