Barefoot in a Lightweight
THE plan always was to take the Lightweight up to the new, as yet untested, garage in Hemel Hempstead just before I went back to Iraq, so I wouldn’t miss driving it and the mechanics would have ample time to rebuild the carburettor around other jobs. Alas, no plan survives first contact with the enemy, as the saying goes.
My efforts to secure a visa in time for the annual Shia Muslim religious event of Arbaeen in Iraq were hampered by endless bureaucratic delays. As Friday to Sunday is the Middle East weekend, when it hadn’t been confirmed
