It’s 400ft right now I here. Massive. Check the estagnots this morning and it’s wild whitewater as far as the eye can see. The wind blew mental last night, I even had a dream that a pine tree was felled by a particularly mighty gust and landed on the Punto.
Traffic was really bad on the highway this morning heading south, gridlock for several k’s north of the river. SE french editor (who I was getting a ride with) Archibald foolishly elected to turn the Peugeot 206 engine off at one point. Oops. She didn’t want to start again. After a quick meeting we decided to push start her down the hill in the hard shoulder. It worked, the engine kicked in, we reversed back up the hard shoulder and got back in line, feeling that little bit more manly than when I left the house.
Heading down to Pukas today for a spot of lunch with our Basque cousins and hopefully arange a nite oot down there for thee weekend coz I’m well bored with le what’s up.