Just hopping back to yesterday for a moment…I forgot to mention the funeral.
As mum and I were walking through the churchyard at St Andrews, a funeral cortege arrived. Nothing particularly unusual in that except that instead of the normal petrol powered hearse, the recently deceased was being carried in a beautiful black wagon pulled by two gorgeous black houses.
It was all very sombre and like something out of Cranford. I really wanted to take a photo but thought it might be a bit disrespectful.
But on to today…because I’ll be running around preparing for Budapest tomorrow, I went into work today instead. Very odd getting up, getting ready and getting the train in on a Thursday.
It was an interesting and productive day with a wonderful interlude concerning a very old Mercedes.
A while ago, we loaned our vintage Merc to a museum in Germany. Today they returned it only they didn’t tell anyone. The first we heard about it was when the Schumanian driver of the car loader frantically rang the office asking where he was and where we wanted the car.
His English wasn’t the best but directions were eventually delivered and he made his way to the museum dock where he wasn’t expected.
Meanwhile frantic phone calls were being made to the museum in Germany. The only response was a recorded message that no-one could understand. This was easily solved. A native German speaker was found and she translated the message. The museum was closed.
The main problem with the unexpected arrival of a full size automobile at the museum dock is where to put it. It needed to go to another museum site, outside the city. And the driver wanted to leave for his next job.
Cue more frantic phone calls trying to find a carrier, well versed in museum needs, who would pick it up, store it overnight and delivery it tomorrow.
And that was the situation when I left for home. The car was the first petrol driven car in the UK so it’s quite valuable. I hope it wasn’t left in the rain.
