So cute was the lane-side stall passed on a winding country road today that I requested The Mothership turn around so I could snap a few very sunny snaps. Luckily she obliged and, VOICI, happy evidence. The rainbow of flashing warning lights gracing my dashboard this evening was evidence slightly less happy. Attempts at starting the engine were futile and eventually the signs were confirmed as “Your battery is totally and utterly fruit-caked. All attempts at going anywhere will fail. Give up, go home. Or ask your Mum if she wouldn’t mind dropping and picking up circa two years ago, please.” Impeccable timing given the imminent setting of sail on a weekend was-road-trip-now-rail-trip west.
Thus, rainbows of the flower variety are preferable. And less expensive.