We were cycling down the glen over the bumpy grass. TPR took the front, a male friend followed behind, and I was in the middle in sole charge of the tandem for the first time ever. I had really got to grips with it now, adept at wheelies over streams and other minor obstacles. We stopped for a break in a field, helping ourselves to Kit Kats and crisps from a solar-powered fridge. When QM graduate MG appeared and said that she would like to rest inside the fridge for the afternoon it made me shudder. Who would choose to sleep in such a confined space in the cold? Not me, for certain.