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Copen off

I collected a woman just after eleven this morning and off we toddled for a meal in the marshlands between Torchwood Town and Newport, to the Six Bells in Peterstone Wentlooge, if you must know. I’ll let her tell you on her fun and games getting into and out of the Copen at her own place but I was getting increasingly concerned about getting Dad in and out.

My fears were completely unfounded - of the three of us he had the least trouble, even with the roof up. Mind you, I still wasn’t about to hand him the car keys.

This afternoon, then, was a motoring tour of the Torchwood Town area with a brief halt by Roath Park Lake.

Tomorrow’s “pub lunch” will be at The Star in Wick - as we drove past last week they claimed to serve the best food in the Vale of Glamorgan.

“We’ll see about that” I said to Dad at the time and he concurred.

More things I’ve learned about the Copen:

• The feed things for the seatbelts are a bit crap and keep needing to be disentangled
• Try to avoid being the first car at a set of traffic lights - unless there’s a set of repeaters on the far side you won’t be able to see the lights to tell when they’re changing!
• Try not to run into the back of any Renault Clios. Mind you, if it’s at a crawl you won’t make a mark (thank goodness as it was a Big Bloke who climbed out). Oops.
• Driving into the sun with the roof down is no fun, even with really dark glasses. I need a peaked cap of some sort.
• Just because it’s a good idea to travel light, forgetting the power cable for your laptop is a Bad Idea.

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