Hello Reader, I’m in Telford today, doing commentary at the English Open. Body feels a little off. Travel, bad sleep, too many croissants. Five Guys last night probably didn’t help either. I’ve been a little loose with the whole “play clean” philosophy, at least when it comes to food. The irony isn’t lost on me. But I’ve been thinking about a feather in this morning's chapter. Gawa, the monk, held it up to his village and reminded them that lightness isn’t about resisting the wind. It’s about...