"Green Jacket Dreams..."

Or, "Pining for the Pines"

A different sort of post today. For it is a different sort of a week. The Masters is normally when much of the British golfing population seem to emerge from the sleepy hibernation of a cold winter, encouraged by the vibrant turf and dreamy vistas of some distant plantation land across the pond.

For me, The Masters, along with the Varsity Boat Race, seem…