Recovery Truck.

After a wonderfully warm and cwtchy family lunch, we headed to the car for our journey back up north, only to discover that hubby's little shortcut earlier in the day (a bit off-road, far bumpier than he remembers it but last time he took that particular route he was 14 and on a bicycle) cost us a hole in the sump, a great big puddle of oil under the car and a 5 hour ride n a recovery truck. Back home finally, with nothing to blip but a view from the cab of the truck. The M6 in all it's shiny glory, and a passing field.

BIG