Before I learnt to drive, I used to go to folk clubs with an older friend whose father owned a garage. We either went in a tiny 'frog-eye' Austin Healey Sprite (amazingly with two guitars, a banjo and an autoharp), an old VW Beetle that had a supercharger fitted (which constantly blew the head off the engine, filling the car with smoke) or a 2CV Citroen into which we once piled seven people plus instruments and, travelling along Marine Drive in Scarborough, got hit by a giant wave and almost dragged out to sea.

Incredibly happy days!