Or in our case gear change. Not that I do many. Beastie’s primarily an automatic, just needs the occasional reminder of who’s in charge.
I was never very good at revising for exams. Optimism always my best friend. Confident that I’d be certain to know some answers. That everything would turn out for the best. And now, and perhaps as a consequence, route planning is not my strong point. A sort of mental vagueness takes over – like a mist covered path, winding its way through a dense forest. A notion only of which foot to put forward and in which direction. I know where the start and end points are, but not necessarily that elusive bit in between. So, it’s one step at a time for us. Commonly referred to as winging it.
. . . on closer inspection you can clearly see how far advanced our planning had got in the five months we’d been at home . . .
