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Grantham Road. At least with that trailer and horse on board
there was never any chance of us exceeding any speed- limit.
The police panda car stopped in front of us and we duly
parked behind. The constable came and looked around the
well worn vehicle with its ugly box body and its trailer,
complete with not just one vehicle but two.
I supposed he was just intrigued with the look of it all.
Certainly an unusual ensemble; I should imagine its nearest
contemporary was a travelling circus!
Eventually he decided that his best avenue of attack was
me rather than the vehicle ensemble of which he was
obviously unsure. He was not even pleasant or humorous or
even human; just one of those policemen who give the nice
ones a bad name, one of those who if needing help on a dark
night one would be loathed to assist.
His first sentence was, “You need an HGV licence to drive
that!”
I hesitated for a moment, just long enough for him to start
getting out his notebook.
“I know,” I said. “I have one.”
As we were running a little late and not wishing to irritate
him I did not enlighten him with the knowledge that I also held
a UK Transport Manager’s Licence.

Asking him if we could now proceed as we had an urgent
appointment at Belvoir Castle with the BBC; we left him.
If you would like to read a story about a really good
policeman, read “Windmill Express” also in Book Four.

AT BELVOIR CASTLE
On arriving at Belvoir Castle the public car park is right
down at the bottom of the very steep approach, we had
permission to drive up to the castle.

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