Fain would I have thee read a tale of der-doing by heroic warriors of the wheeled horse, verily of Herculean feats performed with nonchalant bravado, but due to the editor wielding a mighty pen and our respected assistant secretary not wielding his, I fear you’ll have to settle for this account. It all started just past Kirkibost where we climbed over a car parked in front of the gate which bore a large notice saying ‘please do not park in front of the gate’.