Little Red Rocket.

No more shall I slag off the little Red Rocket.

When all the posh cars struggled and some ground to a halt with flooded engines, my little trooper looked after me and got me as close to home as he could.
He even started up first attempt this morning and never thought once of digging in his little wheels into the grass verge where he parked last night, in fear of a day of more punishment.
We did manage to make a trip to Chipping Norton to pick up Dave where he managed to get a bus to.

The rain has eased off but yesterdays weather is still reeking havoc. The water in Moreton has receded and this evening you would have no clue 24hrs ago it was waterlogged.

Sadly we opted to abandon any thoughts of the beer festival in Hook Norton and too also the Royal Welsh Show on Monday. With more weather like this promised it would be plain stupid to head into the Welsh hills.

Instead we headed to Old Farm to give a hand as they were putting up a number of stranded people. Got roped in to pack the sausages and Dave got extra keen and helped Simon and Sarah make the burgers whilst I watched the kids.