Turn Around When Possible
is a frequent refrain from Sean, the nice Irish voice on our satnav. We went over to Sean from Sarah (Cool and English and rather bossy) and have yet to love Bruce, the Strine with attitude-'Turn left NOW you effffffing Pommie b?????d' Sean is cool. collected and respectful even when urging you to drive across Whitestane ford through six feet of raging torrent. And he remains calm, without a squeak of protest. when according to him, you are traversing fields of golden Corn, or more likely Rape, on the new A68 connecting road from the Embra bypass heading Jedburghwards. Yet to be programmed into Tom Tom like much of the Borders-Terra Incognita 'Here be Speed Traps' or more correctly : Hic exsisto Volo Laqueus
I suspect Bruce was at the helm when this happened
I dare say Bruce's philosophy is :if you must go
Take a Pom with you
And of course if its the other programmable Bruce, with the Scots twang, the same strategy would apply.
I might revert to Sarah.
(The image is Blue Stane ford in spate. Water over the gauge but Sean can't read)
Labels: Bruce, Driving in the Borders, SatNavs, Tom Tom, Whitestane Ford