No, not the drugs and rock’n’roll variety, but the Wadworth’s variety – at least that was what 6X used to be called. I am not a beer drinker, as a rule, but there is something about 6X that makes it irresistible. However, as I was driving, I resisted the temptation and instead had a spicy tomato juice. Funny how a simple thing like this can trigger all sorts of memories and I have a bit of a hankering to revisit some of the Wiltshire villages I used to know, and maybe I shall, but I think that’s a Bongo trip for next summer and not a mid-winter adventure.