The game of golf, particularly in the barren hinterlands where this correspondent ekes out a humdrum existence, can best be described as an endless series of tragedies obscured by the occasional miracle. It sounds a bit like an assorted collection of my columns, doesn’t it?

Amid the various trials and tribulations that are par for the course in this flabbergasting pursuit, I’ve always found great comfort in my inner serenity, stability and deep-seated connection to my surroundings which allows me to remain defiant and durable in the face of interminable futility.

Somebody once described me as a very grounded golfer, presumably on the basis that I’d spent most of the round skittering my bloomin’ ba’ along that very ground.

But it’s silly to let this maddening game get to you. When I execute yet another shot of woeful ineptitude, I simply stand in philosophical acceptance, drink in the beauty of my environment, express my gratitude for being alive and take a deep breath of pure, invigorating fresh air. That process of self-affirmation then gives me the strength to break the bloody club over my knee.

For Nelly Korda, meanwhile, it’s records that she is attempting to break. Her victory in the Chevron Championship, the opening major of the LPGA Tour season, was her fifth win in a row on the circuit as she joined Nancy Lopez and Annika Sorenstam as the only women to achieve such a feat.

What are the chances of Korda savouring the joy of six? Knowing the way the golfing gods operate, she’ll probably not win again until the 2026 season after all this.

It's been a thrilling run of success and one of great variety too. Two of those wins came in play-offs, another was in the matchplay format and now she’s triumphed on the major stage. It’s been quite the haul which has underlined Korda’s all-round majesty.

Major championship weeks are highly pressurised environments at the best of times. Throw in the additional will she, won’t she hype and hoopla of her pursuit of a fifth win on the trot and Korda was under the kind of pressure that would compromise the integrity of a deep-sea submersible.

She took it all in her stride, though, and delivered another masterclass during a draining week which led to the leaders having to play 25 holes on the final day after bad weather disrupted Saturday’s third round.

If you watched the final round unfold on the TV, I’d be intrigued to hear what you felt about it. This was a major championship but there was a distinct lack of, well, a major feel.

One caustic comment from an online observer hissed that it was a “listless tour stop through a housing development.” The viewer had a point.

Given the number of aerial shots we got of the mansions dotted around the Woodlands venue, it was like the person in charge of the broadcast was an estate agent for the exclusive, gated community.

This was an historic moment in women’s golf but the energy and the buzz that such a compelling occasion merited was missing. The way the LPGA Tour is broadcast has been a bone of contention for many a season. This one certainly did the good ladies no favours. The pace of play – that perennial plook on golf’s complexion – didn’t help either.

There were times when I felt like getting up and giving the side of the tele a thump in the hope that it would help move things along.

"That felt like the longest back nine of my entire life,” gasped Korda when it was finally done and dusted. Those of us watching probably muttered something similar as we all shuffled off to our crypts.

At a time when other women’s sports are enjoying unprecedented levels of exposure, golf continues to muddle on in the margins. Six hour rounds can be a mighty turn-off, even when you have a brilliantly talented, captivating figure like Korda at the game’s vanguard.

As Korda savoured her latest victory, Scottie Scheffler’s phenomenal form continued as he made it four wins in his last five starts at the storm-delayed RBC Heritage and added a hideous tartan blazer to the green jacket he slipped into at the Masters the previous week.

The Monday finale was a mere formality. Both Scheffler and Korda are operating in a different stratosphere to their rivals. With a similarly simple, smart, uncluttered approach, the respective world No 1s of men’s and women’s golf continue to make a hellishly difficult game look easy.

The invincibles? The inevitables? The untouchables? You name it, Korda and Scheffler are it. In a game of countless variables, fickle fortunes, complex demands and formidable strength in depth, this sustained excellence is remarkable.

Once again, Scheffler conjured a performance which demonstrated his nerveless disposition and his flair for seizing the moment.

His chip-in for eagle early in his final round was greeted with the same kind of nonchalant shrug he gave when he shanked one out of the bunker during the first round. Nothing – good or bad - rattles him.

Tiger Woods, a man who knew a thing or two about periods of dominance, once said: “No matter how good you get you can always get better, and that's the exciting part.”

For the all-conquering Korda and Scheffler, these are exciting and exceptional times.