I don’t think I’d comprehended just how far Romania was when declining the very kind offer to ‘borrow one of our trucks’ for a week off-roading in the mountains. Instead, I elected for the ‘or you can drive your own here’ option, and with two weeks to go before the departure date, got to work.
For all of those around me, including myself, my habit of leaving practically everything to the last conceivable moment has its challenges. For example, towards the beginning of the year, as you may remember, Big Richard and I towed Blue Tit to Scotland and back. He did some sterling work, but the shoddy state of the radiator and its pastry-like fins did make themselves very much known to me, up countless never-ending hills. So, to mitigate against all chances of a cracked cylinder head, I ordered the first radiator I could find, which arrived the very next day.
Fast forward five months, and it is still in its box…
