I recently got an e-mail from a friend who, on a golfing holiday in the Algarve, was unable to play due to a trapped nerve. He spent the time reading my book, Sons of the Fathers .
The final scene has Bobby Jones being carried shoulder-high from the final green in the 1927 Open at St Andrews.
My friend's father, a medical student at the time, had always sworn that he was one of those who had carried the great champion from the eighteenth green but my friend had failed to identify him from photographs of the scene. This had not stopped it from becoming a family legend.
My friend said he enjoyed my description of the occasion.
His e-mail adds another, and very pleasing, father and son thread to the theme running through the book.