When Mollie and I headed southward through the suburbs of Paris with Hetty Second, our 1947 500 c.c. Matchless, we had a fair idea that we had committed ourselves to an arduous journey But we were unaware just how arduous it would be, or that a mean depression in Iceland was already plotting to supply us with something exceptional in the way of weather, which washed away our dreams of basking in the sun on the Dalmatian Coast.
Yet, if as a holiday it was a wash-out, it was eventful, and so crammed with human kindness that we rarely gave way to frustration or despair.