We were such good customers of Edinburgh’s Broughton Market that the staff were perfectly comfortable when we popped into the shop after-hours to pick up some pastries. JH, however, still disapproved of our ‘cheek’.

Provisions acquired, we set off for the show. The route took us through open countryside then straight up the side of a hill by way of a huge, wobbly rock face. We all travelled on sheep-back, with our legs securely wrapped around their bodies and our hands tightly clutching their horns.

We were a little late in reaching the theatre at the end of our journey, and the show already underway when we shuffled into our seats.

At first I thought that the opening act was a hologram. The others corrected me. The performer was a real-life, and very convincing, Bruce Forsyth impersonator.