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2017 EVERGREEN 119<br />
three people. Dessert was no<br />
escape from the calories: the<br />
trifle came in a washing-up<br />
bowl-sized dish. My father<br />
never quite lost the extra<br />
weight he put on in Norway!<br />
A long drive to Austria<br />
was next in 1969: a delightful<br />
return to Alpine air and<br />
beautiful music. By 1971 I<br />
had a full driving licence<br />
(and an International one,<br />
which looked like “papers”<br />
forged by POWs in The Great<br />
Escape), so I was entitled to<br />
take the wheel of the stately<br />
grey Wolseley we drove to<br />
Italy. We sat in Florence,<br />
overlooking the Ponte<br />
Vecchio in a romantic dusk,<br />
braved the hectic traffic of<br />
Rome and the infernal heat of the<br />
Autostrade del Sole where Ferraris<br />
and Maseratis zipped past us at a<br />
shocking 120 miles-per-hour, and<br />
came at last to spectacular views<br />
across the Bay of Naples and the<br />
haunted, sun-struck streets of<br />
Pompeii.<br />
My mother liked to drive barefoot,<br />
especially in summer, and there<br />
were many days during our hot<br />
trips across Europe when she didn’t<br />
wear shoes at all. The Italians and<br />
the French thought her cool and<br />
chic, the Spanish, to whom bare<br />
feet signified poverty or penitence,<br />
thought she was crazy. But once<br />
behind the wheel, no vehicle was<br />
beyond her capabilities and no drive<br />
beyond her endurance. She nursed<br />
a variety of big cars through heat,<br />
thunderstorms, and bewildering<br />
traffic jams. She negotiated the<br />
rugged mountains of Spain, swung<br />
us over Alpine passes, and roared<br />
down the blistering length of Italy —<br />
all with superb driving skill, elegant<br />
style and tireless good humour. High<br />
above Monte Carlo she stripped off<br />
her dress just so she could say she<br />
had driven the Grande Corniche<br />
road in a bikini!<br />
Occasionally we became lost,<br />
almost never on major roads (one<br />
of us was always navigating from a<br />
sheaf of maps) but sometimes in the<br />
towns or cities as we tried to find our<br />
hotel. Somewhere deep in France