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at a junction where the two drains join. The road turns 90
degrees with no warning. If the 90 degrees is not negotiated
there is no alternative but entering the drain immediately in
front down a very steep 30 ft embankment and into the water.
“Hmmmm,” I thought, “wonder just how well this other
chap knows this road?”
I kept my foot on the throttle knowing the front wheel
drive 4L has no equal when taking a corner at speed. I dipped
my headlights and disappeared from the view of the car
behind.
I negotiated another couple of bends, crossed over the
drain at the next bridge and began the last lap home down a
road that runs straight for 7 miles into my own village. Lights
appeared again behind and caught me quite quickly. The
middle one was Blue!

I stopped and the constable got out of his car.
“You know these roads quite well don’t you sir!” he began.
He was quite new to the area and he didn’t.
Evidently he managed to prevent himself dyking the police
car only at the last moment as he arrived at THAT sharp
corner! He was not amused!
Evidently he and his colleague had been watching with
interest my efforts with repairing the lorry and were curious
about the female driver. I had to explain, just as I have done to
you!
No doubt I had earned a “black mark”.

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Now, I cannot resist giving you a taste of

“IT'S A RUM LIFE” Book Four
The Northcote Diary Volume One 1984 to 1998

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