It's 2am.
Myself and my then boyfriend were both driving home from a friends house, in our separate minis.
It's drizzling, and has been for some time.
We're driving out of this hamlet, Doddinghurst, me following him.
We arrive at a fork in the road, we see that it is clear and so keep going, on exiting the fork, the dark road continued to bend more than we first thought. I saw this when I saw his brake lights flash on and immediately followed suit.
However...
My 6x12 Minilites are nothing compared to his 7x13 Ultralites which stick to the road with ease.
He continues on driving, but then checks his rear view mirror, only to see my headlights veer off course and stop. Facing downwards, off the side of the road, on what seems to be a ditch. He reverses.
By this time I had grabbed my laptop and was exiting Sparky, I opened the door, and without a second thought about the slope I was currently on and the function of gravity, let go of the door which then clumped me straight in the head. Insult to injury you might say. But I'm fine, I get out and assess the damage.
Half a rear wheel arch remains on the passenger side and the front number plate had snapped off somewhere too, leaving just half on the car.
We sat and waited in the drizzle, then sat in his Cooper (Eleanor) to keep warm.
'What have I done to you Sparky? What an idiot I'm so sorry!' - I'm getting emotional.
By the time we actually get Sparky back on the road it's 4am. The engine runs, the steering is fine, brakes, lights, everything is fine! Just apart from the radio and windscreen wipers but that was a loose fuse. Sparky was safe enough to drive home!
And home we went!
We rolled in at 5am, a night to remember!
