It appears that no matter which model of stead and coach one specifies in this country (the damnable Americas) you are automatically "upgraded" to a showy large coach which only achieves a moderate mile/hay ratio. Very frustrating when one wants to quickly and cheaply glide across the countryside.
As you can see, I'm not too fussed with the model we were given - and swore blind to The Good Doctor that we shall certainly never be purchasing one such as this when we return home.
Plagued by poor mileage, bad visibility and an interior that looked like a family of orangutans had decided to create a mural from their own faeces, we struggled on our mission to survey the site of Ithaca and the strategies being developed at Cornell University, then on through the picturesque Finger lakes region.
<- Sage Hall at Cornell University
<- The Finger Lakes Region
Thankfully, after a dedicated putsch, we made it through the dreadfully serene landscape into the Canadian/Americo border town of Niagara Falls. With much relief, The Good Doctor and I made our crossing onto soil of the British Empire for a brief recuperation.
As time dictates, I shall write more on our amazement on the way the Canadians had let it all turn rather tacky in Niagara, but shall leave you now with a picture of The Good Doctor and the barrel she secreted away in for her clandestine crossing of the border via the falls. Notice that Withnail appears most unwilling.....
2 comments:
Good to see that the Good Doctor is adhering to traditional views on The Rearing and Management of Cats. Withnail is a pesky little blighter at times, but nothing a trip over Niagara in a barrel won't fix, or damn me for a Soho Queen's footstool! perhaps If I had adopted similar tough measures with Grandmaster Flash he wouldn't be so insouciant today...
Indeed! I shall express post a print of this picture to Mother Ember and she can flourish it before Flashykins the next time he decides to clamber up the curtains or fornicate with cushions on the chaise longue.
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