Well, as predicted, with a gale in the Swale, SB Greta wasn't going anywhere, so Mum went back to work and Dad was free to give us an extra special, rabbit-rich walk all around the Abbey Fields "beyond" the allotments. We met the most gorgeous Weimeraner, going under the unlikely name of "Woozle". Not sure you can call a Weimer "Woozle", but apparently he's "a bit of a wuss". He's a re-home, rescued from a house in Birmingham, and is the people's 4th one.
Tired out, from chasing bunnies through bramble thickets (mmm the blackberries are just about perfect just now, says Dad) we are parked up and Dad takes off to see 2CV Llew and then JJ, who is taking their project car, Mademoiselle, in for it's MOT today. She passes. Dad is now insured to drive her and it's his job to whizz (hah!) her from Deal, where she's MOT'd, to Andy's Mum's farm (where we do our 2CV camping, and where she's to be stored short term).
Whizz? Mademoiselle is 47 years old and only 475cc, so she rattles, groans, grinds and lurches, not accelerating where you'd expect her to, and has to keep visiting road-side parking laybyes to allow the inevitable tail-back of impatient motorists to pass. Fun, but not anything you'd want to take for a long journey!
Deefski
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