Saturday, 16 July 2011
I am ensconsed in my bedroom at the Woodbury Park Hotel near Exeter having traveled the 240 miles down from the Pennine foothills via the M6 and M5 and arrived at around 3.30 yesterday afternoon (although it seems like an age ago). It's just over three hours to The Wedding. My niece, Helen and her partner Ian are tying the knot. The Nighthawk and I have official duties ferrying the Bride and CJ. So yesterday afternoon I took The Nighthawk to get a good wash and brush up so that it would be respectable after the 5 day journey from Lewis. I might as well not have bothered. It's poured this morning and she's filthy again. The roads around Exeter seem uncommonly mucky! The garage is too far away for me to have another go and it'd probably be just as mucky again when I arrive back here. C'est la vie.