There comes a point when even the hardiest of all-weather golfers has to admit defeat. For me, this was mid-March 2024. The start of the year had been dominated by one thing - rain - leading to persistent course closures and a truly colossal stockpile of mud.
That’s why, when my alarm burst into life at 4.15am on March 18th, I peeled myself out of bed and made for the airport with a spring in my step. My destination for the next three days was the Spanish island of Mallorca.
