I picked up a new car on Thursday. Cars are still very exciting to Archie, and this one has a proper handbrake (an a chunky one at that), so is particularly exciting.
By Saturday afternoon it had packed up. I’d driven out to Bigbury to surf in the morning. Had some trouble getting it going at Bigbury but luckily managed it on about the 15th attempt. Tried to go out again a few hours later and it wouldn’t start. Archie sat patiently next to me for ten minutes while I swore at the thing, pressed random buttons and flicked hopelessly through instruction manuals. RAC’s verdict is a dud starter, and after rolling it backwards down a hill for a hill start, the RAC man drove it back to the dealers. Where it remains.
I was very impressed by Archie. Six months ago a non-starting car would have led to him launching himself through the window in frustration. And a new car would have been a hundred times worse. After ten minutes of trying I suggested we switch to Dad’s car. This was met with no complaints, and Archie even waited patiently while I ran around the house hunting for keys.
Hopefully it’s progress rather than him hating the new car (I think I hate the new car…..).
Luckily we’d been surfing before the car died. Fab waves, they were huge. I surfed for about 45 minutes when the waves became even bigger with the dropping tide and so I decided to grab my camera. I only had my phone on my, so the photos aren’t great, but they sum up the session.