I was delighted with the prospect of a sunny day this weekend and an excuse to drive to Broadway in the Cotswolds for a horse event (daughter, not me). Aside from the usual waves and smiles and Dads nudging children to look, which are always gratifying, my reception on arriving at Ragley Service station was something else. I filled up with the usual audience of one dad and two offspring and went in to pay at the kiosk. The kiosk was unmanned, and I was told by the queue that this was due to the cashier having had to go out to photograph a car that had arrived on the forecourt. That would be mine I said, so some frosty stares as we all awaited his arrival back to take our money. Still gratifying!!
