On New Year’s Day [no significance here…] we were driving to a place of energetic importance. The White Leaved Oak. It’s about 10 miles from home. Check it out.
There were intermittent patch floods on the roads. Nothing too deep.
We went through a small village called Bromesberrow. Ever felt a place to be ‘dark’, with low energies and foreboding? You’ve got it.
About 1 mile or so from our destination, we were travelling slowly down a country lane. It was flooded. Only seemed to be a few inches deep. As we went into the water, it was. Then it got a bit deeper, but manageable. Then it got deeper still. Still confident. Then the car stalled. Would not re-start. The water was actually rising. Trickled in on Anne’s side. Dry on my side for some time. Wouldn’t start.
We called the breakdown people. They came about 40 minutes later. Six inches of water in the car by now. The breakdown bloke had to push it out to the tow truck. He towed it back home. I asked about the car.
‘A write off.’ Gutted.
But neither Anne or I believed him until I called the insurers the next day. “Even a brand new Aston Martin would be written off in the same circumstances.” Tomorrow [6/1] it is being towed off to be assessed and a settlement figure arrived at. Went to look at a replacement on Saturday. Felt a lot better.
Here is Diana’s view of the matter. And mine too. By the way-be careful on those flooded roads...