My cousins S and N pleaded with me to dance with them so I agreed – but first I needed to put on some clothes.

I returned to the camper van (my home for the past few months) and pulled on the pair of red and white hooped woollen tights that the cousins had given me for a Christmas present. Then, rather than put on a top, I accidentally added a pair of black leggings to my outfit.

Two hours later an elderly family friend picked me up walking along on Milton Road West.  She couldn’t understand why I would be heading out of Edinburgh on the A1, completely naked from the waist upwards. Nor could I.