Two weeks before we were due back at uni – at the end of our last summer before being out in the ‘real world’ – I got a text from a friend. “Let’s drive to Scotland.” So I phoned the only other person I knew who was bored, jobless and responsibility-less, and the next day the three of us squashed ourselves into Jack’s Citroen Saxo, armed with Pot Noodles, sleeping bags and boxed wine ready to make the trip.

We saw mountains and lochs, got drunk, got rained on, broke down (a mile outside of Scotland!) slept in the boot of the car, travelled over a thousand miles, and most importantly – got lost.