Goodbye Golf

Part of the reason for getting on with finding a new car was that Mum’s Agila is barely usable now – the engine is worn and it’s drinking as much oil as petrol…! So, having discussed it, we thought Mum could have the Golf, once we’ve found a suitable replacement. Which we didn’t waste much time over, so this weekend seemed an ideal opportunity to drop the Golf off with Mum in Brecon, as I’d already planned to be in Wales to help Priten move into his new (old?) flat.

That was the plan. Unfortunately there were heavy snowfalls all over Wales and England on Friday, and we weren’t sure if it would actually be possible. In the event, I drove the car to Brecon on Saturday and then got the train from Abergavenny to Cardiff on Sunday morning to help unload Priten’s van and he then dropped me at the station to get a train back. Roads were actually not that bad: mostly clear carriageways and no sign of ice. There was more snow on Sunday and I ended up walking the two miles home from Hemel Station in the dark, but got home 6:30ish at least knowing that all had gone well.