Organising a wedding – and by organising I mean nodding my head in obedient agreement like the Churchill Insurance advert dog at everything my better half suggests – can be a rather eye-popping extravaganza. Favours, fascinators, flooers and fouters? It’s amazing Henry VIII managed six of them. The one pivotal duty thrust into this scribe’s quivering hands is the organising of the transport, which has the potential to be as comically calamitous as Jackie Gleason’s hapless attempts to pursue Burt Reynolds in Smokey and the Bandit. “Ostentatious?” said the man with the cars. “Aye, I’m happy with a British Leyland classic,” came my recklessly ill-informed reply.

At least one of our professional golfers got motoring at the weekend as Scott Jamieson managed a share of third in the Hero Indian Open over a mind-mangling course featuring a number of bamboozling greens that must have been like trying to putt on the back of a series of soup spoons.

There’s been a fair bit of harrumphing from eager observers of the Scottish game in the early months of the 2017 campaign and justifiably so. On the men’s European Tour, the fairly modest, and in some, cases, deflating start to the new year has caused much gnashing of teeth. Take Scott Henry, for instance. A highly talented, and extremely amiable and hard-working young man, Henry has endured the kind of crippling sequence of results that could shatter the morale of a marine. It’s now eight events played and eight cuts missed since he made a welcome return to the main circuit for the first time since 2013. In four of those tournaments, Henry has posted a first round score of either 78 or 79 which, in the unforgiving environment of Europe’s top flight, is akin to putting yourself behind a cannonball, let alone the eight ball, on a pool table.

In 11 regular tour events this season, there have been just five Scottish top-10s and they have all been posted by three players in Jamieson, Stephen Gallacher and David Drysdale. Sighing phrases like ‘it petered out over the weekend’ and ‘they’ve all engaged reverse gear on moving day’ have been an all too familiar spouting so far this year. Across the border, meanwhile, the likes of Tommy Fleetwood and the upwardly mobile Tyrell Hatton, who has already made his mark on the PGA Tour in the US, are helping to energise a particularly vibrant English scene.

The fact our neighbours ower the wa’ are set to have at least 10 representatives in next month’s Masters illustrates this current period of prosperity. As for the home of the game at Augusta? Well, it’s likely to just be 59-year-old Sandy Lyle and Florida-based Russell Knox, who has carried the saltire superbly over the last couple of years on the global stage but is in the midst of his first real wobble having missed three of his last four cuts. Of course, in this fickle game there will always be ups and downs. That’s just the nature of the golfing beast. There’s certainly no need to panic over Knox but we have simply got used to him being there. He had missed just two cuts in a year, after all, and, prior to this topsy-turvy spell, had made the weekend in 17 consecutive tournaments.

Jamieson’s battling display in India, therefore, was a timely tonic, particularly in the wake of the Glasgow man’s finish the previous weekend when he shared the lead heading into the final round of the Tshwane Open only to hirple over the line with a 78 which dropped him to 22nd. There were mutterings then about mental toughness and bottle but Jamieson certainly responded to any critics with considerable purpose.

Given that he’s managed to do enough when it mattered and hold on to his tour card in the last, nail-nibbling knockings of the season over the last couple of years, Jamieson has clearly demonstrated a sturdy mental resolve. The pressures of scrapping for your very survival on tour can weigh heavier than playing in the final group, although Jamieson is too good a player to be muddling around in the lower reaches.

The phrase ‘choke’ is one of sport’s run-of-the-mill epithets and nonchalantly directed at anyone who appears to buckle under the often intolerable pressure of top level sport even though the folk who usually suggest this kind of stuff probably couldn’t stand the pressure of the garden hose while dousing the herbaceous perennials.

In golf, it can be a lazy, derisive term and one that fails to take into account the fact that occasional lapses – and collapses – are almost woven into the very fabric of this mystifying, unpredictable game. The best thing about it is that the next tournament provides another chance to turn it all around. Jamieson proved that at the weekend.