Glen was taking a curving corner on his motorbike when the wheels slipped from underneath him.

“Me and the bike were spread across the road,” he told me.

“It was dark and the traffic was speeding up to get on to the dual carriageway. I thought I might die! Then a car came around the corner, stopped, and put his hazard lights on.

“The other traffic went around him – around us. He waited until I got back up, checked the bike in his headlights, checked myself, gave him a thumbs up, and rode off. We never exchanged a word.

“I never saw his face. He probably saved my life and then went about his business. I could imagine he was a guardian angel – or I could imagine we are just surrounded by decent people who will help whenever they can. And I don’t know which I think would be more wonderful!”