Brothers in arms

I am the eldest of three children, and my younger siblings, Hugo and Paul, have shunt some stumbling blocks more than once in my life. We arrived in intervals of two years, and had our disagreements, of course, but we were brothers.

Our family has been camping for as long as I can remember, and our parents criss-crossed the country – kids in tow – more than once, socialising around the campfire at night. We all ended up playing squash – and we’d even go jogging a few kilometres in the morning. (But, not all of us enjoyed running.)

Dad loved motorbikes, but he