from the scary drive we had yesterday.
We woke up to snow. A light covering. We had planned to go to Delgaty Castle's Victorian Weekend Craft Fair.
The further we drove inland the worse it got. The roads, although main roads, were totally untreated. At one point, going round a right hand bend, very slowly, in second gear, my back end, sorry, the cars back end decided to try and beat the front end. As we were sliding gracefully towards a stone wall and a ditch I remembered, "Drive into the skid." So I did.
At this point the Dawn Patroller, said, "Well, we are over half way there, might as well keep going."
As we crawled towards a road junction meeting a main road I realised it was sheet ice and the only way to stop was to do yet another twirl.
There was also a man on a barrel organ.
A real man and a real barrel organ.
Joan, our friend, who runs the castle was most miffed that people were actually complaining about "The din."
But, it really was awful. Very loud. In fact whilst having coffee and cake in the tea room a woman stood up and shut the door and got cheered.
Our journey home was almost as scary although I did not see the back end of the car in any position than where it belonged. It took me a long time to loosen my hands from gripping an imaginary steering wheel. Whew.
Is he mad?
Will he recover?