Sitting over a pot of strong coffee, overlooking the splendour of the Capability Brown designed gardens and HS Colt designed course at Stoke Park, Kirsty admits she’s almost blasé about the golf club environment. “This is what I’ve been used to”, she shrugs. “Forever. My life is completely different now, but when I come back to a setting like this it’s got a lovely kind of familiarity to it. Golf is in my blood.”

As kids, Kirsty, Jamie and younger sister Laura hung out with the Jacklins, The Faldos, the Ballasteros a clan, the Woosnams and many others. This was a time when The European Tour sometimes resembled one huge extended golfing family. All this just heightened her enjoyment of the game. Imagine your dad’s mates when you were a kid going out and winning Majors, or captaining Ryder Cup teams.

“They’re all good people, otherwise they wouldn’t have been mates with my dad. They’ve always been around - we like to blame Woosie for getting my brother drunk for the first time. It was after the celebration dinner at The Belfry in 1991. Unfortunately the US retained the cup after the draw. Woosie was out to have a drink or two, which he thoroughly deserved after his performance. My brother was only about 16 and sat next to him at the dinner and he ended up being carried out of the hall by Jose Maria Olazabal and Sam Torrance.”

Considering how many players she can count on as close friends, she’s not as coy or diplomatic as you might think when it comes to naming her favourite golfer of all-time. “Seve, definitely,” she says, with conviction. “He’s the most iconic figure in golf of my time. All those Open victories, those impossible recovery shots - that strut down the fairway. I used to fancy him a bit when I was young. Well, not fancy him, that’s a bit far-fetched as I was only about eight years old, but I had a crush on him when he was a young man. I think most women found him a bit drop-dead, to be honest. He had an amazing aura, a genuine charisma.”

A less obvious object of young desire was Ian Baker-Finch, winner of the 1991 Open.

“He was a great guy – very cool,” she smiles, self-mockingly. “I used to love swimming and he taught me how to dive when we are at The European Masters at Crans-sur-Sierre. I had a bit of a mini crush on him, as I recall.

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