I am about to embark on yet another adventure into the unknown. With a newly minted law degree, I have heard the call to the Bar. I have noticed, more than once, the momentary glazing of eyes — the unspoken question hovering behind it: “Why would you do that at your age?” I know why. In September 1974, I left Gordonstoun School to begin my first real walk in the world. Alongside friends, I travelled to Northern Italy to build grain silos. Hard physical labour offset by opera