Further to Heave-Ho!
A number of friends have asked for further details about my adventure of getting bogged down, and since I deliberately shortened the tale for fear of being boring, here is the rest of it.
As I said, the RAC rescue van could not pull me out, and a 4X4 was promised for the next day. But the next day was a Sunday and no 4X4 was available. So my wife asked around among friends, and a most excellent chap said that he could get another friend to help, and that this other friend had a monster vehicle that would do the job.
So, we arranged to meet at 5.15 Sunday night, for further efforts. On arriving at the muddy lane entrance, it was nearly dark and I feared that nothing could be done. But, the friend-of-a-friend arrived in a vehicle that sounded like a U-boat's diesels thudding and booming. It was a Ford Dodge Ram: a huge pick-up with four wheel drive and tyres like those of tractors. It was awesome.
It also had headlamps like searchlights and a row of lamps over the cab that turned black night into bright day.
So down the lane we went, found the poor Jag, made fast the tow-lines, and the Ford Dodge hauled out the Jag easier that popping a cork.
Final complexity. The whole problem arose because the bl***y b*****d lane had a gate over it at the far end! So I couldn't drive out forwards anyway, and couldn't do a 3-point turn for the mud, so the Jag had to be reversed about 2 miles down the bI***y lane.
But all's well that ends well, saith the Bard, and the Jag seems not even to be scrapped.
All I can say is God bless Henry Ford.
John Drake
As I said, the RAC rescue van could not pull me out, and a 4X4 was promised for the next day. But the next day was a Sunday and no 4X4 was available. So my wife asked around among friends, and a most excellent chap said that he could get another friend to help, and that this other friend had a monster vehicle that would do the job.
So, we arranged to meet at 5.15 Sunday night, for further efforts. On arriving at the muddy lane entrance, it was nearly dark and I feared that nothing could be done. But, the friend-of-a-friend arrived in a vehicle that sounded like a U-boat's diesels thudding and booming. It was a Ford Dodge Ram: a huge pick-up with four wheel drive and tyres like those of tractors. It was awesome.
It also had headlamps like searchlights and a row of lamps over the cab that turned black night into bright day.
So down the lane we went, found the poor Jag, made fast the tow-lines, and the Ford Dodge hauled out the Jag easier that popping a cork.
Final complexity. The whole problem arose because the bl***y b*****d lane had a gate over it at the far end! So I couldn't drive out forwards anyway, and couldn't do a 3-point turn for the mud, so the Jag had to be reversed about 2 miles down the bI***y lane.
But all's well that ends well, saith the Bard, and the Jag seems not even to be scrapped.
All I can say is God bless Henry Ford.
John Drake
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