I decided to steal, and paraphrase, some lyrics from Terry Jacks ‘Seasons in the Sun’ to bring you some sad, if not wholly unsurprising news.
‘Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We’ve known each other since we’re nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills and trees.
Learned of love and ABC’s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
We had joy, we had fun, we had a season in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
With the flowers ev’rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had a season in the sun.’
That’s right, we’ve sold the Land Rover, I’ve parted with my travelling companion, I’ve terminated our relationship (volatile as it was).
Despite behaving brilliantly in last weeks mini ice-age, the time had come for us to remove the unused agricultural vehicle from the road outside our house, and find the blue goddess a new home where she could be loved and cherished.
Our neighbours are delighted.
After several weeks of advertising in Auto Trader, and gradually reducing my expectations on asking price, a nice couple from Doncaster came to see her on Easter Sunday and liked her so much that they drove off in her.
She is retiring to a life of dog walking, and if they are to be believed she’ll get a bit of a sprucing up with a pair of new doors, and her paintwork being revitalised. I did make a profit over what I paid back in September, but that’s only after ignoring the small fortune I sank into her to get her there and then keep her running and get me back from Galicia in January.
I am sad to see her go, as Mr Jacks almost says, ‘We had joy, we had fun, we had a season in the sun.