Ten years! Can it really be ten years since I took the two protagonists of this story to Italy. And can it possibly be that both are no longer with us. Sadly, it seems it can.
It is May 2012 and I am in a check-in queue at Stansted for a Ryanair flight to Bergamo. And there is perhaps nothing too remarkable in that. Except that in the queue ahead of me is (not yet Sir) Patrick Head, while behind is the ethereally unflappable Lady Susie Moss and her husband, the 82-year-old and very definitely already Sir Stirling Moss, who is in an heroically bad mood.
When it comes to bravery, racing a 100-year-old car around Goodwood is a walk in the park to telling Stirling Moss he has to stand in a Ryanair check-in queue. We are saved once airside only when Susie plunges into her bag and produces a piece of plastic that somehow gets us all into a posh lounge.
