Eyes on the ball

The perfect stance.

Eyes fixed on the ball.

Concentration.

It was all going so well until she took a chunk out of her ankle with the club.

Lots of tears but then a few pieces of "Golf Chocolate" (Yorkie - even though, strictly speaking, "it's not for girls") and she was back at it again.

Ryder Cup fever sweeping the Smith household obviously!

(The eagle eyed may notice she's aiming for Homer Simpson)