2000

Very early on summer mornings, before going to work as a hospital porter in the Radiography Department of Cumberland Infirmary in Carlisle, I drove to the local golf course.  On one of these mornings the sun was low in a cloudless sky and I had just putted out across a dewy green. No other soul was on the course as I walked to the next tee. I rounded some bushes and there was revealed a small copse of young birch trees, dew soaked and glinting in the sun. That was my moment of absolute beauty – the moment at which I understood that these trees were somehow me and that I was somehow them. We felt as one. We are one. But how?

Modern golf putters are generally ugly.  Most look as if a model of the Star Ship Enterprise has been stuck on the end of a stick – and this is probably an intentional design decision. On the other hand, golf courses are generally very beautiful places; and so I decided to design a putter that would reflect my moment of absolute beauty, and which would, through an intelligent use of materials and voids, have an effective but  internal weight distribution…