Late this afternoon I thought I should give my and the wife's tintops their three monthly wash and get some of the layers of mud off. Living on a building site it's not worth washing more frequently.
Then saw the Aero peeping out at me as it started to get dark. She was definitely telling me something.
The salt had been washed off the roads by yesterday's downpour, and had dried. The sun had set.
"Get your keys out, you lazy git", I heard someone say, so I dutifully nipped back into the house, then back to the garage, disconnected the charger, turned the key, and went for one of those beautiful, pointless drives just for the sheer pleasure of being able to do so. Perfect! Just could never SORN in winter. ooo She would never let me.

Rob

Bavaria 46, 20% of Hunter Impala. 100% of another Hunter Impala, black 4/4 Competition