A crisply struck approach shot that finishes within ten feet is one of my favourite things in golf - probably due to it being such a rarity for me - but on this ocassion I manage to pull one out the bag.
My drive leaves me on the right side of the fairway with 160 yards left. I take out my 8-iron and decide I will aim left of the green and try and fade it, taking the bunkers out of play.
I know it’s good from the moment I hit it. Landing softly it trickles to ten feet from the hole with an uphill putt left – a home banker for the pros but a two out of ten for me. I'm left with a birdie putt which always has me heartbeat elevated.
A complete misread leaves me with a tap-in for my par but I’m not too bothered as the 8-iron shot is playing over and over in my mind - i'll be telling my flatmates about that one on my return to London.