Ha ha. That's right. Last year we got as far as Birmingham before I realised I'd forgotten my gear. Naturally I went back - just the odd 200 miles wasted. It's cool, we set off at midnight with the roof down - I kid myself I'm in a film.
As David Sylvian sang 'we're travelling by moonlight, from London to the Highlands'. First track past Oxford. She thinks I'm 15, but l don't care - women can be so frighteningly sensible don't you think?