After the early morning walk, Dad abandons us all day while he and one of his 2CV chums take the "old girls" (as they call them) on the 2CV London Brighton. This is something of a "shake down trial" for Mademoiselle, the project car, now with working electrics, prior to the big adventure down into France.
Unfortunately, not all the "chums" appreciate the mess dogs can make of restored seating upholstery, so we have not yet been allowed in the car, but Dad comes back delighted with the results - the old girl "didn't miss a beat", and even with her 425cc and top speed of 45-50, they did the 83 miles Blean to Hove Park in 3 hours, including scenic stops to take pics. Dad is buzzing.
We kept Mum company - Mum doesn't really do excitement about cars. A car is just a tool to get from A to B. If it works, fine, otherwise we have issues. She's been on the 2CV Brighton run, but seen one, seen 'em all.
He ho. All part of life's rich pattern.