27th September. A Rude Awakening.

Fell asleep at the wheel heading towards the Motor Grill, just rounding a corner I awake to find myself veering towards oncoming traffic, it's partly because of the weight of the trailer, I may have been dreaming of egg and chips.

Of course this isn't really an excuse for potential carnage on the A827.

There'd be one of those floral tribute things there for the regulation 30 days at the side of the road, like the one a few miles before this particular bend.

Sometimes they hang up football shirts and other stuff belonging to the deceased. For me they could leave a green fleece with a hole in it and maybe hang up a pair of jeans with a broken zip.

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