I drove the A24 south today, it goes to Worthing. I found the pier cafe, where I could watch the elements in comfort, its really the cafe for the theatre on the pier, so it was quite empty apart from a considerable number of pensioners.
On the way back I stopped at Cissbury Ring, where I thought I’d missed the directions, only to realise that the directions were actually ‘up’, and any amount of up you did from any angle on the hill would land you in the ring. I didn’t find Pitt Rivers Pit, but then I didn’t look very hard.
And then on the way back from there, heading home along the A24, I suddenly found I couldn’t change gear any more. Seems my clutch is broken. So, my poor car, having valiantly gotten us all the way to France and back seems to have given up. I’ll have a phone around to see how much its going to cost to make it better, but I fear it is time for another one.
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