“Follow me chaps! I’ll take you towards sunny uplands…”

Someone should have asserted themselves and said: “Don’t listen to him, he’s premanently optimistic” We were only a few miles off course, of course. Steve makes a fine image with his hat reflecting those cotton wool clouds. Not his fault that we’d strayed, mine.

Worth it just to walk through that lush meadow on the edge of Ross on Wye, with him and the third “Mustgethere” Alan de Blethyn. “Are you sure this is the right way?”

It’s the sort of question that Governments were bandying about at the same time, and in general, they got it as wrong as I did on that day. We’ll take a decent map next time.