Menowerwheelmed... getting emotional on four wheels

Something happened whilst I was in Edinburgh. I became the owner of a vee-hicular item. The Father had made a decision regarding his clutched car, in that he thought it might be better with me.  This is a relief insofar as, if he buys another, it will more likely be an automatic and more suited to him now.  It is also a great boon for yours truly, as now I can get out and about in the surrounds of Dunoon, broadening the already quite vast horizon!!!  

'Little Ren' has a tricky gear box, not least that there is a tendency to slip into third when first is the requirement; then there is the clunk and scratch of the cogs...and coming to terms with a fifth gear (they only had four when I learned the shifts and last owned a car). 

Let's not worry overly much about the hand brake requiring four inches more arm length than I actually have.  If other drivers see me diving below dash level, they need not worry, I'll be back up soon enough, surveying the territory before and around me.

I need another four on the legs too, if truth be told.

All that said and done, I drove home on Sunday last in fine style.  &*>  There was traffic to contend with.  Surprising amounts given it was indeed the day of rest. There was also the road conditions to handle.  The 'motorway' resembled a shuffling dole queue in places and even became a parking lot at one point. Roadworks must happen, no doubt about it. Most of these delays, though, appeared to have no specific cause.  Still and all, I was in no particular hurry.  For the stranger called Sun had striden...strode... walked into these here parts, which gave a light and wonder to even the grimmest parts to be viewed.

The Cenotaph ceremony came over well on the radio (I do not like distractions whilst driving, but this was a special circumstance) and by the time Glasgow was in the rear mirror, the land was starting to look truly glorious.

At a temperature of 11'C, thank you very much.

At Gourock, there was a further half hour delay before going to ferry, due to the local Remembrance gathering. Lucky I'd packed stuff for pickernickering! I stopped in the car park to chew sandwiches and from a distance was able to hear the proceedings, then managed to snap these:

I was a fair way off, so that they turned out even this decent is pleasing.  

Once over onto the Dunoon side, the weather was so very appealing, I didn't come straight home... I continued driving!!! I'll share some images from that extra hour tomorrow.  You may like to see the Little Ren though...