Il est mort.

Today we were planning to pick up some people and head through to St Peter's Seminary for a photographic road trip.

Dug had other plans.

Threw a major wobbly in the park, cut out while running and wouldn't start again. It's done this more than a couple of times this week and started again, replacing the fuel filter last night was a slim hope to get it to stop doing that. So in steps Stu and Tickle the Golf to tow us to a garage for a diagnostic and hopefully a fix.

It's a blinder of a day too, bit of a pisser.