Think back on your most memorable road trip.

OK. Let’s get this out there. I’m going to tell you about a road trip in a year, probably before your parents were born. There it is. Strange but true, lol. In our defence, we were youngsters at the time.

There were eight of us in three Kombi vans, 4 girls, 4 boys and a little kid, a girl.

Over 1800 miles one way. That’s a long ol’ stretch for Brits.

We drove through France and Spain and over to Morocco.

Take it as a given, we had a blast.

I can’t remember at what stage of this 3 month trip it was, but our menfolk, were recruited to work as extras on a movie. £20 a day, not to be sniffed at, back then.

The catch being our beautiful surfing hippy lads went off one day and came back minus their gorgeous flowing locks.

Obvs, we girls were thrilled to each be given a fabulous room in a hotel in Agadir for the duration. What a treat!.

I remember the night the boys came back off set. There were two of us crouched down on the balcony waiting to see the returning buses. To say it freaked us out is an understatement they all looked the same.

The film was March or Die with Gene Hackman and Cathrine Deneuve and Terence Hill and directed by Dick Richards.

Our boys had become French Foreign Legionaires. I don’t need to spell out why that was weird for a night or two…