Well, here I am sitting at the keyboard at home – which is fine except that I should be on my honeymoon right now!
The wedding went without a hitch, we had a lovely ceremony and the company of the most wonderful friends and family. I couldn’t be happier 🙂 After our big day we took a day to relax and do what newlyweds do before setting off on a long road trip the following day.
We left home at around 6.30 a.m. on Sunday. There was a spectacular sunrise to see us on our way, we had some of our favourite “road music” piled high in the car, we had our snacks and refreshment and hubby had his favourite – a pack of Marlboros (OK, I frown on his habit but it was his honeymoon too so I treated him).
All was well as we travelled up through Cornwall and on into Devon and Somerset. We had covered about 200 miles and decided to stop for a late breakfast at a roadside diner. It was a lovely breakfast of eggs, bacon, black pudding, sausage, beans, fried potatoes, toast and coffee/hot chocolate – basically your run of the mill heart attack on a plate, but hey, it was our honeymoon. When we pulled in, darling husband had noticed some drops of water on the hood of the Mercedes and did a little investigation before we went in to eat. He announced that the car was running a little hot and that we seemed to have lost a breather hose from the expansion tank (not serious) He decreed that he would top up the coolant level once the car had cooled down a little.
We came out fully sated and raring to head on to our destination, some 150 miles down the road. Hubby topped up the coolant level and off we went, keeping a careful eye on the temperature guage, just in case. Well, we made another ten miles, before the car decided to try and boil itself to death. Luckily we pulled into a layby before it managed to fry/toast/cook its internal organs. We sat and looked at each other before trying to call our rescue service. He shrugged and we decided it would be best not to try and carry on, just to sit and wait for help.
It was a lovely spot to break down. Great views, and strawberries on sale right outside our busted transport. Things could have been worse, turns out they were. After two and a half hours our knight in a tow truck arrived. Max was his name.
Max poured in a few more pints of coolant, I sat in the car, trying not to jog my impatient bladder around too much. Husband stood looking concerned. Max, walks back to his truck and fetches what looked to me like a turkey baster. (It was actually a head gasket testing device). Sure enough, the verdict soon came in – head gasket gone to heaven, oil in the coolant, coolant in the engine oil…….ooops. Car going nowhere.
We climbed into Max’s truck after agreeing (and paying a hefty additional premium) to be recovered to home. The five hours we had been on the road was now doubled as we headed back home as passengers in the rear of the tow truck, the Mercedes sitting proudly behind us, looking real happy to be getting a “free” ride.
We arrived home at about 8p.m., tired but happy despite our interrupted plans. A few calls later and we had a new plan and a new car. Today was spent collecting said car, giving it a thorough clean and once over, but still unable to leave as we could not licence or insure the new ride (public holiday today). We hope that tomorrow morning the paper work will be sorted and that we can set off again before midday.
(The first song on the first CD we played on the trip on Sunday was “Break Down Here” by Julie Roberts. Great song but on reflection, perhaps that was an unwise tip of the hat to fate not to be repeated tomorrow 😉