It’s a long time ago, a time when I was in my corporate pomp. I was playing golf at least a few times a month, whereas now its appeal means walking fairways happens twice or three times a year. I was in Fermanagh working with my friend, Jim Treacy, on his development of the Lough Erne resort. Work done, we were playing 18 holes with a 15-year-old Rory McIlroy. His age matched my handicap, one I rarely played to and certainly wasn’t even close to that day. I think Rory was off plus 4 so the experience was, at times…

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