From rattling a St John Ambulance tin outside Woolworths to teaching CPR at Hampden and Ibrox — and now being taught the recovery position by my seven-year-old granddaughter, on a unicorn, in the back of Evie.
Four nights alone in Evie with Ursula the bike — cycling the Caledonian Route 78 towards Fort William, editing Celia's opening chapter on the fly, and sharing a bench at Cuil Bay with a Yorkshireman who made Scotland feel a little more like home.
The Murphy household is a TV-free zone. Beatrix was a Border Collie who wrote her own ending. And somewhere between a campervan in the Lake District and a 17-minute countdown, everything changed.
