After decades of lessons, would a test on quiet country roads pay off?
The journey began – like all good journeys – in the Downing Centre local court. I had just successfully contested a driving charge (failure to wear a seatbelt) with my friend Jemma (I was the passenger, she was driving).
Some of our evidence hinged on the fact that Jemma was an older P-plater – and therefore less likely to take risks. Jemma was prudent in part because of her age, in part because we had a baby in the car with us, and in part because she’d had intensive driving lessons with a super-instructor called Grace. After we won our case, Jemma turned to me and said: “Promise me you’ll ring Grace. She’s the best and she will be the one to help you get your licence.”
