Motor muse monthly
he plan for this month’s rant was to be about the soaring price of campsites or the weather or some other cosmically momentous motorhoming matter, but I got waylaid by a day out on the fells with an old friend. Strange, I know, but all my friends seem to be old. They never used to be. The world has gone to pot. Anyway, said old friend offered to do the driving to get to the fell, as taking
