Back at home, safe and sound. Another awesome weekend with a terrific bunch of people.
Friday (early)
I headed up, hoping for an incident free trip. Yeah right, about 20 miles from Nottingham the battery light comes on. Oh FFS. I decided to employ the Ger Smyth version of problem solving and I studiously ignored it. About three miles from the hotel the instruments started to go mad and all warning lights came on in sympathy to the ignored battery one. The steering started to drag and I pulled off the road and found a spot to stop. Called up the troops in the guise of the Automobile Association and waited. Fair play, not too long after a very nice man turned up in a bright yellow van and after a bit of banging and tutting told me my alternator was fecked. We surmised that we had enough of juice to make the hotel and the very nice man followed me back and gave me a list of garages to peruse. Feck that I had arrived and the car can wait for a couple of days. There was poker and craic to be had.