Last Friday, Pascoe was leaving us for Cambridge where Caroline would pick him up in her car and drive him and Ian and Michael to camp at Wasdale Head in the Lake District. Camping at Wasdale Head would have been enough by itself for me, but they were planning to unicycle up Scafell with its screes and precipitous drops.
I had scheduled in some fretting, but barely found the time due to starting back to school where I teach Latin.
Confused dreams with Caecilius and Metella unicycling through Pompeii.
The unicycle ride should have been completed on Saturday, but belatedly we discovered that our heroes should never have ventured out in a vehicle with four wheels instead of just one – Caroline’s clutch had gone.
A day later, they were able to set off again, but we at home did not know that. Jolly big hills blocked the signal and strangely, internet was not available in the mountains.
So it was a while before we discovered that they had achieved their objective safely.
I would like to say I had been on tenterhooks, but instead I had been worrying about how to explain Quintus’s very short skirt to my year sevens.
Hopefully, he will never, even in my nightmares, attempt to ride a unicycle in that tunic.