Renowned as I am for my ineptitude at reversing with a trailer I have always managed a three point turn. So this morning rather than spend hours reversing down the track to the turning space I thought it would be so much simpler to try and turn in the yard. As we have had a massive clear out and several tons of dirt removed creating acres of space there seemed a reasonable chance of success.
However as can be seen from these pictures I was defeated by a combination of factors, ice and gravity assisted by incompetence meant that Trixie and Hazel slid rather than drove and soon we were at an impossible angle and wedged against the tree trunk and modern art that is at the edge of the yard and marks the four foot drop into the militias lands. There seemed only one option, unhitch Trixie and drive around the back of her.
Again things did not go quite to plan and once Hazel was out of the way the blocks under Trixie's wheels slid out of the way and she rolled, looking like she might carry on into the field and far away but the huge pile of gravel I have been meaning to move saved the day.
And that's where she stayed. Until help arrived. Around lunch time. And that's when our guests discovered theres no such thing as a free lunch!
Renowned as I am for my ineptitude at reversing with a trailer I have always managed a three point turn. So this morning rather than spend hours reversing down the track to the turning space I thought it would be so much simpler to try and turn in the yard. As we have had a massive clear out and several tons of dirt removed creating acres of space there seemed a reasonable chance of success.
However as can be seen from these pictures I was defeated by a combination of factors, ice and gravity assisted by incompetence meant that Trixie and Hazel slid rather than drove and soon we were at an impossible angle and wedged against the tree trunk and modern art that is at the edge of the yard and marks the four foot drop into the militias lands. There seemed only one option, unhitch Trixie and drive around the back of her.
Again things did not go quite to plan and once Hazel was out of the way the blocks under Trixie's wheels slid out of the way and she rolled, looking like she might carry on into the field and far away but the huge pile of gravel I have been meaning to move saved the day.
And that's where she stayed. Until help arrived. Around lunch time. And that's when our guests discovered theres no such thing as a free lunch!
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