Despite the stark beauty and a sense of lightness of being that came with the immensity of the open space, I felt relieved by the fact that we were not going all the way to Bilma with the caravan. The salt pans were at least another 200 miles and ten days further on, through some pretty nasty bits of the Sahara. Of course, Nigel, Mr ‘been there, done that, got the
T-shirt’, had done the Bilma journey before for another television programme and had won an award for it, so you’d expect him to say that it was a doddle.