Finding Loxy

Seeing Loxy for the first time was quite a moment. I arrived at Nene Overland by taxi and was dropped off amidst maybe fifty Landrovers all parked along two rows. I walked along looking at each one, searching for the number plate. I found it, and I looked up. She looked at me. We were made for each other. To add to the chemistry we were both in identical outfits.

The plan now is to drive up the country, meet Ant in Glasgow and then explore some family history sites, perhaps with some whisky tasting along the way.