Well I have to admit to be wrong. My Volvo S60 D5 SE AKA "the Beast" turned up last night courtesy of those lovely people at Wolves berging in the Netherlands. "Holland?" you say, "yes" I reply. The breakdown people arranged transport from Italy across to the Netherlands and then across to Britain and on to lovely Wales. The bottom line being that "the Beast" has seen more of Continental Europe than me.It was quite weird seeing the yellow multi car transporter trundling into our village, but trundle it did. A multi deck beast of a thing that would have been totally unsuited for the various 'dead ends' on our estate. It was a good job then that I ventured out in the dark in my shorts and sandals (my Winter clothes are in the car [double note: why did I take my winter clothes to Italy :-(]). So the driver probably approached me thinking, "who is this strange Welshman dressed for the beach in the dead of Winter?". Anyway, my frantic waving got his attention and he pulled over to chat. 'The Italian' driver, turned out to be Dutch. Oops, my mistake. You know that your car is coming back from Italy, so I assumed it would be an Italian driver.
We parked up where it was save to turn, as turn he had to, as the road through the village goes on up into the mountains. A glass bit of driving from my new Dutch friend. One that I can appreciate as I have an HGV Class III licence. And those lorries were big enough let alone his multi deck car transporter. Anyhow, we treated him to a cup of tea (well it's tradition isn't it?), a packed lunch, and some non alcoholic drinks, as it was unlikely that he would find somewhere suitable to stop in this part of Wales, and at that time of night, and a bit of Sterling to help him on his way. Not much, but a nice way of saying a 'Big Thank You' for bringing my Volvo back to me.
Well done my friend, and if you are reading this, then please note that you are a credit to your company.
