FINALLY, the day to pick up the Lightweight has rolled around and there is a spring in my step as I traverse the streets of London. “I can’t stop long, I’m going to pick up my Land Rover and I want to drive back in the daylight, if possible,” I say to a friend over a swift coffee.
Checking trains at Euston, the internet instructs me that Apsley is the closer station to the garage than Hemel Hempstead. I’ve never heard of it but it has dry British reviews such as: “my favourite place to
