Possession is 9 Tenths....

Maybe I've been watching too much Supernatural but I'm starting to think that my car's been taken over by a demon. I feel like every time I decide I'm going to head for the hills, she acts up. It can be anything from a worrying squeak to a flat out refusal to start. This time she's, as I put it, "Vibrating like a motherfucker".

I may have to start referring to her as Christine rather than The Warthog.

Yesterday was moot anyhow; we had the wedding photographer comin' round mid-afternoon so the scope of any activity would've been somewhat limited.

No biggie. It was a case of "Assume the position." and be awesome for a couple of hours.

Mine's the Creme Egg one.

Plans are still being formulated in the meantime. Exploring Scottish Hill Tracks has come off the bookshelf and pages marked. And funds have been raised for the Vaude Power Lizard* via the sale of both the Laserlite and the Big Agnes SL1. Public transport options are also being taken into account :o)

* Shite name for a tent but it won't stop me having one.