We had a lovely family outing yesterday, driving over the mountain to Sulby. There is a favourite Pub of ours there where we can always count on a delicious lunch. On the way back Hubby decided to take us by the scenic route.
"What did that sign just say?"
"Aw, it's okay, it's an ice warning, it's bound to have thawed by now.."
(I occasionally suspect I am a mite too trusting..)
The kids and I slithered behind, as hubby valiantly reversed the Tardis a mile back to turn around. Ah well, at least I thought to capture it all, in case of any insurance claim (wink).
Oh all right, granted, maybe I should have been a little more concerned about the very real prospect of hubby plunging down the 100ft drop on the other side, (guard rails? Don't be daft, this is Craggy Island, remember?) than to be fretting over losing our ride home, but hell - it was cold , and high heels don't do so well on black ice.