“Now that I can play no more, I love to lie snug in bed or hear the wind rumbling in the chimney on the eve of some great match. The sight of the flags standing out straight and straining at their sticks gives the course on a medal day morning a fine relentless air. I might not feel the full charm of it had I still to hear my name called aloud by the cold, passionless voice of the starter and go out to face the tempest.

Today, when it is pleasantly still and warm, I incline to say disparagingly, ‘Oh – anybody can do a good score on a day like this.’

Yes, circumstances do alter cases, but still, play or watch, walk or sit, I shall maintain that golf would be a poor game without our old enemy. A reasonable wind gives a spice to golfing life.”.

Bernard Darwin (1954)