It’s sheep shearing time up in the Black Country, and not the most opportune moment for a Gentleman Farmer to give an interview. I mean, there’s the sheep pens to be erected, the flock to be herded down from the hillside pasture, the title of a new Led Zeppelin album to be considered.

Thirty minutes later, we’re careening at break-neck speed down narrow country lanes with Robert Plant hugging the left-hand-drive steering wheel.