For those who enjoy listening to Clare Balding’s Rambling programs on BBC4, you’ll know that rambling is supposed to be a pleasurable activity, an opportunity to explore the countryside, get fit, relax and unwind from the stresses of everyday life. Unless of course you’ve just been poisoned by an enormous pot of fruit salad that you scoffed on the train before the ramble and all hell has broken loose . . . which is exactly what happened to me many moons ago. This isn’t a story I’m particularly proud of but it makes people roar with laughter and everyone said I should post it[…]
