It’s hard to say how it all started, but it probably had something to do with a bicycling holiday she took at the age of thirteen…
It seems unthinkable these days but in 1986 she set off with three school friends on a week’s ride around Cornwall… WITH NO GROWN-UPS! They wobbled their way around the country lanes, slept in farmers’ barns and lived in fear of nothing except the spiders that crawled out of the hay bales. The following year they repeated the experience in France, although her hazy memory recalls that they had discovered alcohol by then and that their enthusiasm for Malibu & Coke combined with the seductive efficiency of the SNCF made for an altogether less wholesome holiday…