Burnham & Berrow, when I was 10 years old. Both my Grans lived in Somerset and we would visit every year. My Mum would drop me and my brother off at Burnham in the morning and pick us up at tea time. Sometimes I was dropped off by myself and either played with a member or alone. It was too big and difficult for me, but it made me love links golf.
By that time I was already poring over the World Atlas of Golf. It's easy to forget now that we have such easy exposure to all the world's great courses at the click of a button, but that book revealed a world beyond my tiny little enclave in West Yorkshire that I knew nothing of. I remember being very taken with Teeth of the Dog (or Cajuiles as it was credited) and Falsterbo, but the most memorable section for me was the string of three photographs showing the stages of a golf hole in construction. I saw those and was immediately hooked. "That is what I want to do when I grow up." That book has had a profound effect on so many of us in the trade.