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The calm before the air cooled storm
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There's nothing to make you realise quite how uneven Scotland is until you've driven a car with 25bhp up and down its highways. I will watch the headlights fast bearing down on me, high up in the blurred smudge of my rear windscreen and watch them pull in to the outside lane with effortless power. They will cruise past me in a haze of gale force winds and spray and I'll think to myself "yes.. but does your lorry have any soul Mr Eddie Stobart... If that even IS your real name". But quickly I will be forgotten by the lorry driver, a pale knat on the windscreen of his existance, smeared to a thin veneer across his vision, barely visible. Speaking of windscreen wipers... They're a luxury aren't they! I mean, you don't really need two of the buggers do you... And really, it should cause one no alarm or concern when one decides to go it alone as it were, making a bid for freedom at the peak of its journey after deciding that it's tired of up and down, and really it would rather explore that verge over there, a small holiday, perhaps a sabbatical. And off it'll flop leaving your main vista of your windscreen a hopeless smattering of windblown rain drops, until the lorry speeds past with its spray and ruins any formation. Another thing I have learned is that piloting a vehicle such as this is less driving, more sailing... Especially in wind speeds of over 40mph and gusting to 60. One doesn't so much accelerate up a hill but more sort of 'tack' up it. Every time there's a break in the hedging, Florence and I will veer wildly to the left and through my smudged, rain bespeckled windscreen I shall see the cats eyes of death awaiting. Perhaps that truly is the light at the end of the tunnel.