Crap. That was a day and a half. Everything happened this afternoon once it was my turn to drive.
Lovely drive up into the mountains and onto the plains.
32°C! It's a bank holiday, it's meant to rain.
1 vintage motorbike breaks down in front of me, oil across today on dangerous bend, blue smoke everywhere... stop. He's ok. Doesn't want help. Backup vehicle will be past sometime soon.
1 vintage motorbike is nearly written off in front of me, literally in front of me. Rider in better condition than bike luckily (leathers and thick jeans protected most of him, but they are ruined totally). walking wounded. Bike is going to take much more time and money to repair. Vintage Vincent, that was all I really worked out. Was a nice looking vintage bike as well . Guy races them and modern bikes professionally. Never got his name! He's going to be sore tomorrow though.
Then the darned chook escapes in the middle of the road whilst we're giving her food and water because we're running so late due to above.
90 minutes later 1 chook is finally caught in the middle of the park on the outskirts of football pitch... It's actually minutes from darkness at this point. She's not happy about it and wants three world to know. She's been named Hennrietta.
Finally home at 9:30pm 4 or 5 hours later than originally planned and despite being early to our destination...
