My dad had been an ardent amateur photographer, and he taught me to compose a photograph from the back to the front, and then populate the picture.
My dad was a keen actor when he was young; my auntie is heavily involved in amateur dramatics back in Northern Ireland, and my great aunt was a woman called Greer Garson.
I’m helpless in post-round, hole-by-hole interviews. I can’t take you through most of the holes of winning the Players Championship, the U.S. Amateur or Ryder Cup matches. It’s like golf amnesia.
