Sunday sunday.....

Wow, what a change of a day.

Gone the relentless thrashing rain that ensured yesterdays ten minute foray to fit a new battery on the transit so it can go for MOT into an ordeal similar to being hosed down by a GG. It meant a complete change of clothing.

Today crisp sunshine on sodden earth. Rugby, for the first time this season Tallie had a game and Taliesin played the game of his life making an impressive contribution into what turned into a very narrow defeat.

The route there and back is one of those little B back roads that used to be the trunk road network 30 years ago. A familiar friend, every corner's best line known every ripple and kink already anticipated. The Xantias sure footed relaxed speed to be explored within the constant reminder that there needs to be a plan for what will happen if someone is coming the other way. Not so much stop in the distance you can see to be clear as have room to get out the way if some clown is coming the other way at a speed approaching mach 1.

The general problem some people seem to have with cars was brilliantly displayed in the ancient medieval town of Tenby. A random maze of narrow streets not terribly suited for cars at all. Add an ambulance on a shout stabilising a patient and likely to be there for 45 minutes. 3/4 of a mile of road with no passing or turning places and you have a recipe for Sunday silliness. Some fool in a BWM deciding he wasn't waiting and trying to pass everyone by driving along the pavement. Various people recoiling in horror at having to engage R. You have a recipe for hours of entertainment.

Tallie and I managed to extricate ourselves by reversing up a drive leaving enough room for the two transits to follow, then pulling out into the tooting melee and making good our escape. They might still be there for all I know.

Still it was a nice appetiser for the roller coaster B road home. The smell of hot brakes dissipated eventually as well.....

R