Family medal collection

position event alongside her sibling today.

Her father and coach Donald – a fine marksman in his day – was cajoling both onwards but is now very much the odd man out of the household. But with a Scottish medal in this discipline every time it has been held in the Games from his wife’s Canadian triumph until now, he will have admired how his youngest coped with conditions which ebbed and flowed and the mental test of competing against herself before discovering how others had performed.

“There’s no final so you can’t see what’s going on while you’re doing it,” she said. “I just shot. I thought in my head before I came here in that I need to average about 103 per string based on what the boys had shot the other day. But the wind was a weird one here. It wasn’t as strong as it looked.”