The biggest car of our current test fleet, the Hyundai Tucson, faces its toughest test yet.
The Isle of Skye, it’s fair to say, is a bit of a slog.
It’s a slog if you live in Fort William; from Hertfordshire, it’s like driving to Alpha Centauri. But when you’re the only one of five overgrown children to own a family-sized car, the responsibility of driving 1200 miles for a group holiday is pretty hard to swerve.
Secretly, of course, I jumped at the chance. Prodigious road trips are the long-termer leveller: if you can’t mollify a gaggle of basically happy people for eight hours, then you’re not worth your weight in tyre rubber.
The Tucson’s start was inauspicious, but I’m inclined to forgive its failure to accommodate every item of clutter in the boot. This, after all, was a trip that involved rock climbing, fishing, caving and a whole host of other worryingly healthy pursuits, so there was a lot of kit. Plus, one of us was a girl.
Of course, with five in the car, Jess’s attendance was a blessing. The thought of an additional male torso across the back seat would likely have had us turning around at Nottingham. Even allowing for her more slender presence, the best arrangement of bodies was still a squeeze, to which I can testify thanks to my stints away from the wheel.