100 things to do with a dead car. No 3

Am still having problems accepting that although I just spent around £900 on it, my car is suddenly worth nothing.
So today I took it down to Portobello to a wee man in a back street, hoping for a miracle, and cycled back up the long hill to town following my own trail of diesel splashes.
Saw willowherb seeds running along the road on silken legs, three angry seagulls chasing a buzzard, harebells under a rock, two swans with wings raised spinning round and round each other on the loch and a weird man lurking in a bramble patch.