There’s no getting blown up when Mike’s in charge.
There was a lady called Margaret who wanted to join our Himalayan Heights safari in the early days, 1997. She was in her late 50s and hadn’t been riding for very long, a couple of years at best, but was confident of being able to tackle the various hazards presented by mountains, altitude, and the Indian road system. She and I had a mutual friend who vouched for her, assuring me Margaret was a competent rider, so we took her on and a couple of her other friends signed up too. Quite a well-spoken lady of dulcet tones, her friends would occasionally refer to her as ‘Lady Margaret’.