Last September, we arrived at the Parador Santo Domingo de la Calzada, in Spain, just as a group of people were leaving from a meeting. One mature lady was very forward and I soon realised she wanted a photo with her in the driving seat. I was very happy to oblige but then found she was unable e to extract herself. So dignities to one side, I had to man- handle and scoop her out, much to the mirth of her compatriots who were clicking away with mobys. Next day, we met her with her family in a side street and I was greeted with arms round my neck like an old friend!
