That reminds me of a Story

The Survivor and the Saviour

Another day another dollar as the saying goes. Nice ride home from the station tonight apart from the howling, swirling wind and the RAIN. It is rather amazing just how wet one can get in less than 20 minutes. My waterproof jacket did well apart from the tiny bit of a rip in the sleeve which actually brings me to a bit of a story.

This summer we were in Wales with the Essex Land Rover Club for some Green Laning. For those of you not familiar with the term Green Lanes are basically unsealed roads which can be anything from Gravel to rivers. They are historic routes that have remained public rights of way and make for a great family day out.

We thought we were driving on one particular lane when suddenly the front wheels of our Discovery slid in a strange fashion straight towards the edge of what was as good as a cliff as far as I am concerned. I stopped the car before the back wheels came over it and after a little investigation we figured we had missed a turn somewhere along the way.

I was helped by a good friend in the car behind us reverse out of that predicament. The fact the poor bloke was standing down a cliff on clay trying to hold 2 tons of Brummie metal on the track and succeeded I reckon already deserves a medal but read on, it gets much better.

The Yellow Disco was now leading the slow reversing act. It felt so good on the way up but it is amazing how slippery wet clay on a big hill can feel! We got to a point where the track tilted down the will with nothing there to keep you on it. Luckily the Yellow Disco is fitted with proper mud tyres which made this hairy but not unbearable. Roll theBrunners disco with the slightly more road going All Terrains.

It did not take long to realise that on its own, the only place it was going was the bottom of the 300ft grassy hill. All I could think was thank goodness I decided to stick with these tyres but get all the suspension and protection sorted! Anyway we decided the best way to get this sorted was to tie our Disco to the Yellow disco and make sure that when I started sliding I had a limited amount of sliding to do.

The second I moved I slid off the side of that hill and some quick thinking and a a flooring of the Tdi had me gracefully bouncing along the trees and resting against a particularly thin, dead looking specimen. It was holding though. I am not afraid to admit, I squealed like a girl during that! The rest of the story is history which involves a little male bonding, some watering the grass and a bit of spade work.

The best thing is that there was hardly a scratch on my car, but I did tear my Jacket