Some 100 years ago when Headingley was regarded as a ‘sterling test of inland golf’, a local correspondent wrote: ‘Some of the holes are magnificent. Few things are more terrifying that the 1st. There is a stream right in front of our noses and anything but a perfect approach brings us to immediate grief.

There is something thrilling about the 2nd, out of bounds on the left, whins on the right with its dog-legged character and treacherously sloping green.

The 3rd is a short one but you must be careful to avoid a draw or you are apt to get into a treacherous bunker which eats its way into the green. The 7th is a thoroughly entertaining short holes – play short with the tee shot, followed by a run up or go all out for a big shot of something like 200yd and try to stop the ball on the magnificently-bunkered green.

The wind, of course, has a great deal to say about to our tactics at Adel and the 13th, 16th and 17th holes all make some demand upon our cunning.

A quarry terrifies us into a slice just when you must go straight with the approach onto a beautifully constructed 16th green while you might expect to find the short 17th on a championship course.

We play over the Adel course, sailing and slogging, and even though we may reach the 18th tee in safety, our task is not by any means over. For we come to that dreaded 18th drive – so near the end and yet so dangerous and feared by all long handicap players. It is no use the canny golfer trying to make his drive in instalments. If he does, he will surely make an egregious top into the dreaded ravine immediately in front of the tee.

No! He must play the shot in a bold spirit, taking his fate in his hand, going for glory or the grave. If he succeeds, the remainder is child’s play. And we finish our round below the winds of the clubhouse, a building of English bungalow type, large and finely situated.’

How the course looked in the 1920s