After the motoring experiences* of the morning I opted for a slow uphill afternoon wander from home. I met the highland cows.

More horns in extras.


* I decided to take two bags of garden waste to the recycling site as I’m not expecting to fill any more for a while. First I had to reverse twice along a narrow road for oncoming cars.  On the way back and with traffic already queuing I stopped to let a driver out of the church entrance. He didn’t move. I waited and flashed my lights again. Out came the silver hatchback with a (very) elderly looking gent bent over the steering wheel. Then I spotted the bashed corner of his rear bumper. About 100 yards further on he stopped and started to reverse . . . into the roadside parking space that I was already half way across.  I couldn’t go back because of the cars behind. Convinced that he was going to hit me I searched for the horn and gave it a long blast. He stopped, moved forwards a bit then his reversing lights went on again. I blasted the horn again. Eventually he moved off and took the next turn on the left.

Perhaps I was at fault for not noticing him indicating in advance of the space (if he did) or possibly he was an expert at reversing and I shouldn’t have worried. Whatever, it was an unsettling incident.

Then another car stopped unexpectedly ahead of me on the steep hill up Kirkstone so a hill start to add to the mornings events. 

I’m on the Prosecco this evening.