Nick tried hard to blend in, but the sheep soon spotted him.

The ritual of sacrifice to the God of tomfoolery was nearly at it's end.

For his sin of not being able to dance, he wore a crown of wool.

Last seen heading for the Paris time trials.

A sudden realisation that releasing the brakes might actually get them somewhere slowly dawned.

The moment when vital information about the route ahead was missed. This lead to several G&T's being missed and one overdone sausage.

His words of "trust me" failed to inspire confidence.