Last year I drove my Renault Zoe to Tuscany. I won’t traumatise you with the full details of my five-day journey, replete with broken chargers, removed chargers, impossible-to-access chargers, and chargers demanding a valid Italian tax code before they would cough up kilowatts – but suffice to say it took most of the holiday for my heart rate to return to normal.
So when I announced that I was going to do it all over again this year, my friends used words like “brave” and “very brave”.
