JUST POPPING TO THE PUB, LUV
Got hairy quite quickly, this one. One minute I’m winding serenely past a loch, popping M&Ms and listening to a podcast about the birth of rave culture, the next I’m reversing down a greasy slipway and attempting to insert a VW ID.3 into an ex-MOD landing craft built in the same year I was born. My wing mirrors are useless since folding them in is the only way I might fit, and the metal ramps separating 58kWh of high voltage lithium-ion battery from a swim in the sea are bobbing side to side in rhythm with the waves. A crowd of curious onlookers has formed to watch me try and blindly back an electric car through a moving width restrictor and the only person offering me any help looks like a brined Father Christmas.
Firstly, and I can’t stress this enough, this is not another story about driving an electric car an annoyingly long distance, then complaining about our sub-standard charging infrastructure. The chargers are out there, multiplying like rabbits, and by and large do the job they were designed for. With a little planning and forethought my 500-mile drive from the VW press garage in Milton Keynes to
