The dark treetops of the brooding Black Forest are hurtling beneath me and, not for the first time this morning, I think I am going to die.
‘It’s going to be all right, Mum,’ urges my son Felix, nine, who is pinioned between my legs and peering round to see why we are going so slowly. ‘Just take your hands off the brakes.’
Think of Baden-Baden, the splendid spa town in south-west Germany, close to the French border, and a few things may spring to mind. Baths. Boutiques. Even, since it became the unwitting birthplace of the football WAGs who terrorised the town during the 2006 World…
