MONDAY
Here we are, back from another of those weird, Covid-raddled seasonal breaks during which it was okay to hold a party but deeply risky to visit a shop, depending on who you listen to. Like you, I hope, I spent lots of time driving cars – Berlingo, Volvo V90 estate, A110, Sandero Stepway, Cooper S, Veedub camper and a couple of short, cold motorbike trips – which not only proved handy for shifting people and gear (granny was moving house) but also provided that familiar solace we’ve been deriving from cars all our adult lives.
When you’re rolling along, enjoying this country’s fine scenery, mulling gently over how your car is coping with corners and surfaces, trying to drive with reasonable precision and – above all – feeling reassured…