I'm counting up the cost of time.

It’s that time of year again when I have my yearly rant about the hoards of tourists that descend on this little part of the world. Last week we drove through Ambleside on our way home from Manchester, it was dead, not a soul about. Today we came home from Barrow via the Lakes, and Ambleside was fucking buzzing. We obviously misjudged the timing. I was enjoying myself throwing the beast round the bends and tight country lanes and all of a sudden….20 miles per hour. There is a worrying new trend developing, RVs or recreational vehicles (Pronounced vee hicle) seem to be replacing caravans as the preferred mode of transport for your weekend tourist to these parts. They somehow manage to go even slower than the shit boxes usually do. Tony Blair and the Labour party could have gone a long way to redeeming themselves in the pre election budget, if they had taxed the fucking arse off these mobile bungalows. Bastards !

I couldn’t post today without mentioning the new Doctor. I don’t need to dissect it, it was ace. That’s all there is to say about it.