480 the ladies on the moor
480 the ladies on the moorIt was getting dusk, when the motor spluttered and died, I had driven thousands of miles in that old girl and she chose here, the middle of bloody nowhere to splutter out on me. After a quick look under that bonnet thing at the front, at the ….erm engine…yes that’s what the dealer called it… anyway it was nothing I could put my finger on …well it was all too hot, and as I hadn’t looked under there since I bought it 3 years ago, I had no idea what I was looking at, or...