At best our relations might be described as “professional”. At worst they were “frosty”. On an average day we tolerated one another – so why did he have his arm around me, and why did it feel so natural to be cosying up to him?!

We decided that the next event would take place at Northumbria University in Newcastle, and immediately set off by foot to explore the venue. It was only when we were already a couple of miles along the A702 that we realised that we should have been following the A68.

Things were further complicated when we were attacked by a gang of strangers who tried to steal our equipment. We had to fight really hard to retrieve the sticks and pucks for the ice-breaker game, and reload them onto our trolley.