Barreling through a lush Australian forest, the sun is beating down through the canopy as light dapples on the bonnet of my Fiat 124 Sport Spider. It’s not the fastest car, but its elegant shape and convertible roof are a perfect match for the mood I’m in.
I can feel the wind in my hair (what there is of it, at least) as I turn sharply, flatten an innocent fern and burst out onto a seaside road, the Pacific Ocean gently lapping the beach.
In truth, it’s 4am and I’m sat in my living room in Kent, covered in cookie crumbs.
