I first learnt to drive in a 1955 ex US military Willey jeep in Tehran before the Iranian revolution. Apart from the U.K. and Europe, I’ve also driven in the Middle East, but the best ever was Cairo. The traffic didn’t move that fast, but it was like dodgems without poles, chaotic, full of drama and tremendous fun. For years our family car was a 15-seater minibus with the back row of seats removed to give us a lot of boot space, and we travelled to Brittany and back in it six times a year. When the last child left home, I celebrated by buying a two-seater convertible sports car. I’ll take any excuse to head off along the motorway to visit the kids or for work purposes, with radio 4 on so I have someone to argue with.