It isn’t an easy trek from the Cotswolds to England’s beautiful Lake District so we chose the rather unromantic M5 and M6 motorways to help us cover the ground. We threaded past the manufacturing city of Birmingham and headed directly into a cloudburst that caused a panic stop at one of the rest stops to erect the top.
“Might as well have a Starbuck’s while we’re here” was the unanimous vote and gave us a chance to e-mail our hosts, Jude and Chris Bratt, that we’re on our way. Louise was rather trepidatious about our stay because I’d met Chris only once for lunch in London years ago. She knew neither and was concerned about compatibility with total strangers for several days. “We’re waiting dinner on you,” was their prompt response.
On the way we encountered an unexpected problem with the MG. The rainy and extremely windy day, coupled with the buffeting pressure of a very large tractor/trailer truck, caused the driver’s door to suddenly pop open. Not a big deal on most cars but the MG’s are hinged at the rear thus earning the name “suicide doors.” With the side curtains acting as a large airfoil, the door flew wide open, popped the retaining stop and pinned itself to the rear fender. In the process it broke the steel window frame of the side curtain. Not much damage done to the door already damaged on the boat but it scared the hell out of both of us and I quickly found a way to attach the bungee cord to the side curtain with the top up. We limped on to Arnside. Read more