My neck of the woods has few interesting back roads for the little dub to
stretch its
legs on, so I was sure that my view of the car as a viable
Sunday plaything, rather than just an efficient commuter, would tarnish somewhat.
I woke up on
Sunday 24th Nov, one year closer to the big Three O, looked off the balcony at the world famous Ankor Point,
stretched, smashed a wholesome breakfast at the Taghazoute Villa Cafe, drove the terribly lazy kilometre to the wave and gave my land - locked
legs a much appreciated 2 hour workout.