Racing car driver

Well yesterday was a long long long day. But fabulous! We did some little touring throughout St Ives and then headed off to Mt St Michael, a castle on an island, there is a path from the mainland to the island! However due to bad weather we were unable to visit the island, but perved upon it for awhile! We the hit the road to drive across the country to be where we are now, Wych Cross in Sussex. On the journey (9 hours), we hit multiple road closures and diversions, courtesy of the Olympic torch relay. Oh the joy, who cares that we had a dinner date with our cousin Steve, who looks after a manor here. But to my great surprise these road closures allowed me to experience a new side of my mother. The Racing car driver. It went like this, one way area and police car trying to push in front of us "fat chance buddy, push over", my mother cutting of the police :) Next we were in a little country lane and we are over taken by some young hooligans, "What pussys, I haven't been passed all day, not starting now"' we then proceed to tail gate the young boys for at least 15km, sticking rights there bum. Was quite an enjoyable experience :) Off to Ireland today!