My cousin NT steered the tiny green car through the snowy Canadian landscape. I doubted that it would make it up the hill without snow chains, but NT was prepared to give it a go.
In the end, however, we gave up because we were called to help an elderly woman with her cleaning. She sounded English, so when I saw the box of Yorkshire tea on her kitchen worktop I plucked up the courage to ask about her origins.
As suspected, she was Yorkshire born and bred.