
Decided to take in a few local lanes to see how they'd changed over the summer.
The first I'd never done before. Nice and scratchy and the low branches were enough to rip my mag mount off the roof along with the cable

Out come the wire cutters and 1 quick roadside repair.
The next lane is nice and muddy, but just the splashy stuff, nothing deep or to worry about.
Lane 3, had been resurfaced earlier this year and took in some lovely Essex countryside.
Lane 4 was kinda different. Nice soft earth with big muddy puddles. Off I goes then until I come to 90deg right hand bend, with a 20deg camber. After all todays rain, where do I end up. Yep in the ditch. Still after a bit of


Reversing back up the lane, I came to a part I needed to give it some welly on as the rutting would be enough to ground out on without it, and I end up catching my tyre on a tree stump

Now the tyre is rapidly deflating and with no firm ground to jack up on, I make the decision, as soon as possible to turn to face the right direction and limp the 3/4 mile back down the lane to tarmac to change the tyre. Now this is where everything that hasn't gone wrong, goes wrong. With a slight camber and a ditch to my left, a flat left front tyre, at the first gap in the ruts the fronty decides it wants to go off piste

Where it promptly wanted to stay.
Further inspection showed my tyre to be very flat indeed and explained the lack of traction and why I wasn't gonna get back on the byway.

So here's my predicament. Stuck in the middle of nowhere, with a flat tyre, and no hope of jacking up the car.
Thank god for Bobbinsjob
Not knowing what to do, or where to seek help from, and having spoken to Bobbins about an hour earlier, I called him for advice.
Without a second thought, he offered to drive the 30 odd miles to come and rescue me

A quick tug or 2 with a long strop, and the front wheel was out of the ditch, and Bobbins highlift sees it's first use since he bought it
On goes the spare and I'm back up and running
So all in all I have learnt a valuable lesson today, but more importantly I have experienced the true value of FOG.
Ian, thank you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. I owe you big time



