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The journey there took about two hours. Slow because of
the weather but also the lorry was not the most powerful
vehicle ever made by BMC. Its four cylinder diesel shared the
cab with driver and escort and efficiently drowned out all
chance of conversation, despite our efforts to deaden the noise
with blankets and rugs
I cannot remember who actually sat in the front with me
the driver. There was only one other seat and it was either
Ruth or the Dalmatian dog that used it, normally whoever was
the quickest!
Dinan would not settle on the floor in front of the
passenger despite a cosy little nook in the curved front body
work. There was even a small side window looking like it was
designed for a dog to look out, but in fact was there for me to
see the nearside kerbs. If he could not sit on the seat he went in
the rear “grooms “compartment.
Behind that area was the space for the horses.
We took “Juno” to Belvoir. She was our original Carriage
horse; a Dales pony cross mare with very dark bay coat,
attractive long attentive ears and smiling eyes.
Juno was becoming aged but could still be relied upon to
behave and give of her best. We were concerned about the
steep driveways at Belvoir and her ability to pull the carriage
with a load. But still her perhaps somewhat slow performance
would be preferable to Jupiter, her son, and his unpredictable
antics.
Not forgetting our Policeman friend we return to Sleaford;
just after the level crossing in the centre of the town the road
proceeds westerly in the direction of Grantham down a long
straight residential road.
Of course all this has been by-passed now, but there is still
permanent congestion in Sleaford.
We had been stopped at the railway crossing gates for one
of the then frequent trains and were proceeding steadily down

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