I choose my hotels starting with the car park. Our last stop on Friday/Saturday had a generous car park behind an electric gate, with unusually wide spaces. So far so good.
I parked next to the electric charging point, which was three from the entrance door on the right hand side, with literally two feet each side to the lines.
I came down to pack the Roadster on Saturday afternoon, to find that the Dutch Classic car group, of four cars had arrived. The guy with the XK120 had parked in the electric space, but to leave access, he parked less than two feet from the Roadster. When I got there his door was resting on my front wing.
Now he was 6ft6in, and not thin, so you will imagine my concern that he's jiggling in and out. I pointed this out and got the usual "oh sorry I didn't realise" which is bollocks.
His Jag was basically an oily rag, with a dented rear wing and overall scruffy appearance, so I guess he didn't care. The hotel staff later complained about the bad manners and arrogance of this group, who were all middle aged and 'respectable'.
Luckily there was no mark, so I dodged a bullet, but really? We make absolutely sure that we never touch another car when parked up, but it seems that even classic car people can't be relied on.
At Fort Augustus, a Ferrari parked next to us, and when I get time I'll post the photo.
