The rental car company was just like the USA but with a different accent.
I got a Kia Ceed 6 speed manual…what fun. Haven’t yet pulled out and ended up on the right, though I did try to get into the left seat before I noticed the steering wheel wasn’t there. The guy loading the car next to me smiled in a condescending “stupid foreigner” way, before I announced, “How quickly one forgets when one’s been abroad for a while,” in plumy English accent. That got a double take!
The drive to Olney was brisk despite the blustery winds and intermittent light showers. There’s residual salt/grit on the roads, so the windscreen gets grimy quickly, but not enough rain to nee the wipers full time…we just don’t get that sort of weather in Atlanta! Overall it is grey, cold and miserable. And Mum’s out…to be fair I told her 3pm and it’s just after 2, but really! Someone from the Olney Center has parked across her drive; pray they move it before she needs her car, or they’ll suffer the wrath of Mother!
Guess I’ll go for a walk and coffee.
Windmills; I saw several on the drive up to Olney most barely turning despite the wind. There were seven in a line south east of Olney one of which was stationary. Interestingly, my mother is vehemently opposed to them and she has come to understand that they really are useless for providing reliable electricity….perhaps there’s hope. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/energy/windpower/9837026/Wind-turbine-collapses-in-high-wind.htmlI tried Mum’s house again and, lo, she was in. Had a pleasant tea and chat with mum, before walking to the river and back. Several stores in Onley have closed the most notable being the Olney Saddlery replaced by Costa Coffee (UK’s answer to probably Seattle’s Best). We had dinner at the Bull Inn on Olney High Street which was incredibly good and great value. It was then time for me to drive to Minster Lovell for my hotel. Cross country via Milton Keynes, Buckingham, Biscester and Witney in the dark and rain. The car is sure footed and is great fun to toss into roundabouts in second and third gear. I was behind another car for most of the way to Biscester and holding 60+/-5 most of the time. I did make a few wrong turns- the printed directions aren’t really good for some of the weird intersections, but signage in Britain is excellent on the whole. Sure enough it happened; after blasting down an increasingly narrow road for about a mile in the wrong direction, I turned around and headed back the way I had come until it dawned on me that the lights of the oncoming traffic were in the wrong lane....oh that would be me on the right (wrong) side of the road. A quick flash of the halogens as I swerved to the correct side...perhaps he'll think I was avoiding a hedgehog or something!