Three Men On Tour: 15

“A 2CV,“ said Harry as he drove at unsafe speed along a tree lined road. “A bloody 2CV.“

George was sat in the passenger seat, holding shut the fold-out window which constituted climate control. I was sat in the back with the luggage which didn’t fit into the boot.

“At least they did give us a Sat-Nav,“ pointed out George helpfully.

“We don’t need a bloody Sat-Nav,“ replied Harry through gritted teeth. “We’ve got a bloody map.“

We were on our way to Burford.