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It’s not great, but it’s an entry… 🙂

THAT BIT BETWEEN WHITEKIRK AND TYNINGHAME, NEAR TO BINNING WOOD

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I wondered if there might be ticks. In the grass, I mean. After all, they’re rampant in this weather, aren’t they? And they’re nasty little buggers. The consequences of Lyme disease can haunt you for years.

Although I do wish I kept a chair in the back of the car. One of those foldy-up things that campers use. It would have made waiting for the RAC much more bearable, although no doubt the cretin in the Ford Fiesta might have had something to say about that, too. Seriously, what did he think I was doing standing at the side of the road? Or did he think I parked the car in the middle of the A198 on purpose?

Oh there, bless him. An elderly gentleman in a blue something or other has just stopped to offer help, but I am nothing if not prepared – well, except for the chair, of course – and the Knights of the Road are on their way. I’m a priority, I believe. Woman, travelling alone on a relatively busy stretch of road… and they probably have me down as a bit dotty. I told her (the recovery lady) that I was on the A168 which apparently is nowhere near Dunbar.

I’m not going to say it never happens, it obviously has (or does) but I keep expecting a juggernaut of some description to career over the brow of the hill and decimate the car. That’s why I’m not sitting in it. Mind you, if it had been raining…

Oh, look! There’s Sandra!
I do think she might have brought coffee…