I missed posting “the weekend read” & Monday Morning Quote” over the past few days. This was due to a rapid visit to West Cork for the memorial service for my friend Geoffrey Bannister who passed away, or “promoted” as Johnnie Walker puts it, earlier this year.
It seemed a good chance to move one of my ageing & battered cars to the house at Fahouragh in West Cork. I had the car MOTd, Serviced, Insured & Taxed and set off from home at 10.30pm on Thursday, destination Pembroke Dock to catch the 2.45am Rosslare ferry.
The car seemed OK except for some funny noises that I couldn’t identify and attributed to age (the car’s that is). Six miles short of Carmarthen on the A48, the luck ran out. At first I though I had blown a tyre and wrestled the Laguna to the road side, as luck would have it there was little other traffic so there had been no chance of a collision. Thankfully there were street lights so I was able to see that the near side front wheel was at a strange angle and felt loose.
I called the RAC who were as usual calm and reassuring. I then reconciled myself to a tow home and no trip to Ireland. After 20 minutes or so a police car drove past on the other carriage way, did a U-turn and came to investigate. Police officer left the car, gave the injured wheel a shake and declared that he heard a wheel bolt fall into the hub cap. His diagnosis from my history of having had new tyres fitted a few days earlier was that the wheel bolts hadn’t been tightened, his verdict, “You’ve had a bloody lucky escape mate.” RAC arrived and their man worked very hard and quickly to get spare wheel on securely and me on my way with as little delay as possible.
The happy ending would be that I caught my Irish Ferries boat in the nick of time, sadly I missed it by a Desperate Dan sized whisker. I was resolutely cheerful to the check-in staff, who were all very apologetic – after all what’s the point of shooting the messenger? The Travelodge was full so I grabbed 5 hours of surprisingly comfortable sleep in the car before breakfasting well at Tesco! I dozed and read during the day and finally caught the 2.30pm ferry and kipping through a force 8 gale. A gentle drive listening to RTE describe Munster scrape home against Monteban in the opening encounter of this season’s Heineken cup. I was in Casey’s Bar in Glandore by 10.45pm for a well deserved couple of pints of Murphy’s.
I kept thinking about what the policeman had said though…