Getting into the swing of it

Kate Mason, My Style column. Picture: Marie Caley D5417MC
Kate Mason, My Style column. Picture: Marie Caley D5417MC

When it comes to sporting activities it’s fair to say I’m not the most competitive person in the world.

Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t the kid who was routinely picked last or anything in PE but I’ve just never had that uber competitive edge.

Europe's Rory McIlroy celebrates after winning the Ryder Cup on day three of the 40th Ryder Cup at Gleneagles Golf Course, Perthshire. PRESS ASSOCIATION Photo. Picture date: Sunday September 28, 2014. Photo credit should read: David Davies/PA Wire. RESTRICTIONS: Use subject to restrictions. Editorial use only. No commercial use. Call +44 (0)1158 447447 for further information.

Europe's Rory McIlroy celebrates after winning the Ryder Cup on day three of the 40th Ryder Cup at Gleneagles Golf Course, Perthshire. PRESS ASSOCIATION Photo. Picture date: Sunday September 28, 2014. Photo credit should read: David Davies/PA Wire. RESTRICTIONS: Use subject to restrictions. Editorial use only. No commercial use. Call +44 (0)1158 447447 for further information.

I’m all for taking part in a team game for fun and given the option would obviously rather win but it’s not the end of my world if I don’t. I know what you’re thinking - how inspiring!

PE was never my favourite thing at school I have bad memories of being pelted with a tennis ball in the affectionately named “hit and run” - since when did leaving the sports hall covered in bruises constitute enjoyment?

And then there was the dreaded bleep test - spending an hour running trying to beat that dreaded beep was like hell on earth.

In fact I often found my bad ankles would play up on bleep test day - what an unfortunate coincidence.

But on a recent trip to Hayling Island to celebrate my great nan’s 100th birthday (what an achievement) - I stumbled across a new sport.

With golf dominating the news after Europe’s victory in the Ryder Cup we decided to try our hand at pitch and putt on the sea front.

When the idea of pitch and putt was first mentioned I imagined see-saws, whacky water bunkers and windmills - turns out pitch and put is nothing like crazy golf.

In fact as we made our way to the nine hole course I was more than a little concerned to notice professional looking players who had turned up fully suited and booted with their own clubs.

With my maxi dress and floral flip flops on I didn’t quite look the part but I was eager to give it a whirl anyway.

After a few rogue practice shots in which I failed to hit the ball completely it was on to the main event.

I had visions of the whole course being backed up waiting for me as my ball ended up on its way to the Isle of White or something.

But as I started to get into the swing of it I realised I wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.

With some encouragement from my sister and her husband and wise words from my boyfriend and my caddy for the day - my dad - I was really enjoying it.

Apart from being pulled up on my golf etiquette after effing and blinding on a few occasions following a couple of unfortunate shots I felt quite at home.

I still came last but I surprised myself and my fellow golfers managing to get most shots at least within the vague vicinity of the flag.

I’m already planning a trip to the driving range to work on my technique - FORE!