Telegraph: "I have been in Barbados almost a week and I couldn’t be more relaxed. I’m so relaxed I feel as limp as overcooked spaghetti – he should see me in London.
So, for another hour at the lovely Sandy Lane golf course, Franklin and I go through the painful process of the golf lesson, which had all started rather well, with me driving on to the tee as if I’d been playing the Majors for years. But now, the more I think about the geometry of the whole thing, the more horribly it goes wrong. I am hitting the very top of the ball and watching it bobble a couple of yards, or missing the damned thing completely. So, Franklin comes to the rescue, telling me that he played golf on this very course with E.W. Swanton, when the great man was 92, “and you are hitting the ball cleaner than he did on that day”. Great – I’m doing better than a nonagenarian. Encouragement indeed."