First light. We drive over to see the team at the Volvo garage for an update on the dog car. There has been a failure of the gearbox. This has shattered and sent metal through the transmission and the engine. No one has ever seen anything like it. We know this because the manager, the head of the service department, the lady who sold us the car and the chief mechanic all express their surprise. It's so unusual the technical department of the manufacturer is running tests. There is much shrugging of shoulders and theatrical 'oh la la's' in abundance. We are unlikely to see the dog car for another week or so.
Cold this morning. The grass on the ox track covered in dew. Sophie's undercarriage was not designed for long wet grass. By the time we make it back to the lane my canine companion is looking ' bedraggled'. We cover the 400 yards from the storm drain to the front gate at high speed. A quick toweling dry and a carrot sliver soon restores my companions equanimity.