Transport

Despite protestations from Cazzy that we should get a nice executive saloon, I need a load lugger. The 18 year old Vauxhall Vectra was like an old, faithful dog, on its last legs. So it was taken off to the vets, or in this case the local scrapyard on its final journey.

For the replacement I chose Swedish armour, a Volvo V70. It is a tank in proportions and the engine seems to have been taken out of a truck. I drove it from Surrey yesterday.

Its swallowed all the boaty bits with space to spare.

Knowing my luck fuel prices will now skyrocket...