A terrible storm hit just as we crossed over the Swiss border and we were going round a corner on a motorway and we could just see lights, coming the other way… like, round the bend, reflecting off the wall. Rupert said, “I’m sure I’ve gone the right way.” And I said, “Yeah, you have, I’m sure you have.” We were all resigned to the fact we were going to get hit here by a massive lorry or something… And as we turned round the corner, all of us were like (makes a bracing self gesture) waiting for the inevitable. But actually there was an overpass that ran right next to it. So… the relief was… well, that was pretty scary…