There are few sports more psychologically demanding than golf. When you reach the lowest ebb the outlook is bleak.
Fergus has been pretty lucky with the weather so far this winter. But all good things must come to an end.
Fergus meets the GB Special Olympics Golf Team and is taught that thorough and careful preparation could improve his game.
Trying to outfox the Scottish weather is like trying to play a mind trick on Derren Brown. You'll never succeed and will probably end up looking foolish.
After a successful outing last week Fergus is confident he's unlocked the secret to golf. If only it were that simple.
Contending with the January weather, nigh on impossible navigation and the threat of terrorism, playing good golf is seriously challenging.
The Alliance re-starts after the winter break. Conditions are not ideal but Fergus is feeling inspired. Can he get off to a flier in 2007?
Having a baby is hard. It's traumatic and emotional but hugely rewarding. What has Fergus learned from the whole experience?
One significant trophy is still up for grabs in 2006. The competitors have spent a full year preparing and the coveted title is sure to be hotly contested.
There are no more Alliance competitions in 2006 so Fergus has had some time to reflect on a few wider life-issues and a significant imminent event.
Although he has to endure it on a frequent basis, Fergus hates losing. This week he examines the old dilemma, should you try to beat your boss?
Golf through the Aberdeenshire winter can be a touch on the chilly side. Perhaps Fergus has identified a solution to this meteorological challenge.
No golf makes Fergus a very cross boy. This week he's going through a punishing golfing de-tox and the side-effects are starting to kick in.
Even the greatest golfers have bad days. Bad doesn't really cover this one, try catastrophic.
Not only does Fergus have to contend with adverse weather conditions but he's also locked in an eternal struggle with his arch-enemy: Lady Luck.
The best gamblers know when to avoid placing a bet and when to go all in. Let's hope Fergus never visits Las Vegas.
The gritty golfer never admits defeat. We will fight them on the greens, we will fight them in the bunkers. We will never surrender.
You take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be making double bogeys at East Aberdeenshire afore ye.
Firing off line into the forest tends to result in lost shots. It's pretty annoying when your playing partner seems to thrive on such woodland sojourns.
A new winter season, a new hope. The levels of blind optimism displayed by Fergus never fail to astonish. Will he be brought down to earth?