My last blog was chapter 5 of my quest for my first Senior Golf Tournament title which turned out to be a sharp reminder why I retired from the tour all those years ago. And yes that's right… This instalment would be….Chapter 6!

After my narrow escape from the women’s locker room at Concord Golf Club, I hurried to the first tee for my first competitive round since golf ball manufacturers replaced balata with uro-plasma-spins-but-goes-miles-thane . Arthur Bosch or “Boschy” as he is known, (Which rates about a 2 on the scale of creative nicknames) and David Armstrong or “Army” (That's about a 3) are my playing partners for the first two rounds. The wind is blowing hard from the left on this tight par 4 first hole and my caddy hands me a a rescue club. After I explain that the people on the neighbouring practice fairway could need rescuing if I hit that, he gives me something with far less loft and I proceed to rip a low fading Driver down the left side of the fairway and the gallery (my wife Sandra and her...