A Blogger in Black

The weather had much improved Friday morning – well it was dry at least.   With just a 60-mile journey ahead there was no rush so the remaining pack up was fairly leisurely. However, aware that it was Good Friday I was ready in plenty of time and reversed Patsy out of the pitch on the motor movers, hitched up and went to the rear of the ‘van with some trepidation to check the lights. Despite my efforts the nearside tail and brake lights were out. For goodness’ sake, she was really trying my patience this trip. I set about with the screwdriver again and after some choice words of er, encouragement the bulb came to life – and remained so as the unit was screwed back in. In truth I had no confidence in it lasting but could at least say it was working when I left the site. The run back across the moors was steady and the A64 was flowing freely for a while but soon slowed to a crawl as we got closer to York. I had found myself in the outside lane before traffic slowed and indicated ...