Golf is a game of discourse by variables. Wind or no wind, firm or soft ground, nerves jangling or oddly calm. From the first shot of the day on the first tee, you’re managing a chain reaction. One small thing sets off another: a gust of wind leads to an over swing, which leads to a plugged lie, which leads to a filthy mood, which leads to... well, you know how it goes.

It’s nuclear fission, in the guise of a tweed flat brimmed cap. Each shot splits the atom of your composure. And your job, quietly and nobly, is to avoid total nuclear meltdown.

That’s where the golf architect comes in. They’re not handing you a strategy, that’s your job as the golfer. They’re designing the reactor, tweaking the pressure, setting the temperature, adding just enough tilt and temptation to test the limits of your containment system.

The best courses don’t explode. They smoulder. They build tension without tipping over and that’s what keeps us coming back. The thrill of holding it together, one swing at a time and an endless power for playing the game of Golf.