After a fortifying fried breakfast we all embarked for the final leg of the tournament at the links course of Goswick Park, about 20 miles up the coast.

Conditions were certainly different from the previous day: a grey sky with low menacing clouds and a howling wind. Like Dunstanburgh, a beautiful setting but if anything with even more unforgiving fairways and tighter tee shots. The first group donned waterproofs as they stood on the tee of the formidable first hole: a sharp dogleg to the right with a raised plateau green that was so firm that only the very best executed backspin would make the ball stick. Playing an unknown course is never easy. Add the mix of steeply raked bunkers, narrow fairways and having to play two clubs lower when hitting into the headwind, and it is clear that Sunday's scoring was not going to be as high as Saturday's.

But there lies the particular quirk of our championship. The main thing is to score well on the holes that you haven't scored well on before. And not many were able to achieve that feat. But it didn't stop them trying (with varying degrees of success).

Don't overswing, keep the body steady.