The Deep South

Spent the last weekend on "interesting" roads in Sussex. For non-locals, that's a county below London on the south coast of the UK, where every leafy lane has a pristine 4x4 coming the other way, and every oak framed thatched roof has a Porsche in the drive.

Enter the hoodlums on the Kopy Kat run. Inspired by the Flathead Meltdown Reliability Runs that have been held in Norfolk (oh for Pete's sake - look it up on Multimap...) we all stayed in a field beside the Bat and Ball public house in Wisborough Green. Spirtual home of lawnmower racing. Took Ratty - a real good friend along as my "map bitch". And the non-stop laughter started from the moment we began our journey south. Met with friends along the way. Sitting on a rain soaked motorway, clockwork radio, giggling at our dampened roadster companions.

Arrived - 2-second pop-up tent and into the bar. Lovely evening, good food, Ferret and Badger ales - and I took cake. Apple and Strawberry.

Next day, loads of tiny roads, trees growing out of the banks, rough flint strewn tracks, long hills that needed 1st gear in the Sedan to climb them, and turned the brakes to plasticene on the way down. A dip through a river. And a dip through the sea.






Brilliant fun. More than three hundred miles on a round trip to do a 100 mile charge through the countryside. Journey home took us to a private car collection - members of the Model A club looking on at our mud spattered jalopy with equal amounts of respect and disdain...

More leafy lanes, and a sprint for home. Home to the warm welcoming arms of loved ones.

Bliss.