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Morris Minor, Fenchurch

I'm back!

I'll do a full writeup later when I emerge from under the mountain of emails and work etc. For now I'll just mention a really bizarre coincidence that happened to me on the way home. I pulled into a petrol station in the Lake District, and Neil and Stephanie were there! We were going from and to different places at different times by different routes and they just happened to cross at the exact place and time that I decided to fill up. Neil had his bonnet up again, fiddling with the voltage regulator because it didn't seem to be charging properly. I smoothly pulled up alongside and said to him, "We have to stop meeting like this."

ETA: The SMS update I sent on Wednesday night disappeared into the ether. Here is what it said:
Road to YH closed. Friendly locals sent me down overgrown green lane. Have lost aerial. Pls send bent coathanger so I can listen to Wogan.


Welcome back Fenchurch and driver!
Thanks :)
Well done, excellent news. I was afraid for a minute when you started saying bizarre coincidence, Lake District, etc., that you had met John, who is currently asleep in a layby somewhere in that neck of the woods. I hope.
Thanks. I didn't spot John, though the odds of meeting him were probably similar to that of my bumping into Neil again 500 miles after I left him on Orkney. I think our routes only followed the same road for a few miles, and I picked that particular petrol station on a whim after going past several others with the gauge showing almost empty. If I'd spent a quarter of an hour more or less at Wigtown before I set off, or if I hadn't got stuck behind a slow coach at Keswick, we wouldn't have been there at the same time. The more I think about it the more incredible it seems. Perhaps I should buy a lottery ticket...