Will You Be A Witness?

Pat and I were driving slowly along George Street to Cellardyke Harbour when we stopped to allow a car to reverse into a parking space.

George Street is a narrow road with a speed limit of 20 mph. The car parked off the road at 90 degrees to the kerb. Obviously unhappy, the car moved back onto the road and tried again in a slightly different position.

This time the front of the car struck a parked vehicle on the opposite side of the road.The noise was impressively loud. Rather than stop the car the reversing continued  and the driver proceeded to peal the entire front off the body rather than like a banana skin. The noise continued for several more seconds until he finally parked with the front of the car hinged open like a door to one side. Quite a remarkable achievement.

The ownersof the innocent car came out of their house summoned by the cacophony outside.

I drew up alongside as  the owners examined their car.

‘Will you be a witness? 

‘Of course’ I will park at the harbour and walk back.

The innocent car was quite badly scratched along the side and the rear tyre had been stabbed through the side wall and was flat. 

On the other side road, successfully parked, but very badly damaged the driver was examining the damage she had caused to her vehicle. 

I suspect that the vehicle will be written off.

After I had exchanged contact details with the innocent owner Pat and I sat on the harbour wall at Cellardyke and enjoyed a rather fine picnic lunch with excellent hot smoked salmon.

Today’s Blipfoto shows the buildings along the harbour side. Our Black Citroën, is in the thumbnail.

The extra shows the harbour pier from the street view and also the ‘haar’ over the Firth of Forth which never really cleared away.

The second extra is another view from the harbour wall.

It would have been intrusive to photograph the wrecked car.

And the owner is the neighbour two doors along. How is that for meeting your new neighbour?