As with most international golf trips, they all start in a gloomy England and the one little ray of hope that we all latch onto is the thought of playing in some glorious weather elsewhere in the world. It’s spring time as I sit writing this from the cold corner of my dark house, and the opportunity to jet off to the United States flew into my inbox. My eyes lit up. Before I knew it my bags were packed and I was setting off to London Heathrow terminal two where I would be meeting my partner in crime for the week, Kevin Murray, aptly nicknamed ‘Muzza’.
Having met Muzza in the airport lounge, I knew we were in for a good week. I had never been to a lounge in the airport before, it was all very exciting and a great way to kick start the getaway.
