The cable car ride was rattling good fun, with the operator making jokes and pointing out things to us as the car made its way uphill.

What you see here is the entrance to the wiggly bit of Lombard Street. The driver of the black car, having given his soul over to the Almighty, has just entered the twisting collection of hairpin curves.

Having just bunged up my leg, I was not in a mood to get off the cable car and go see it close up.