Another Kentish Hoppers camp comes and goes, in unprecedented sunshine and is thoroughly enjoyed by all except poor ol' Mademoiselle, who languishes in her lock up throughout. Normally we'd go get her out for everyone to admire on the camp site but this year it's too how and the days Andy would have normally co-driven me to go get her (or vice versa) he had what he thought was a nacent sun-stroke and had to go have a lie down. So it was put off and off and then it wasn't worth doing, so this blog risks becoming a story about things we've NOT done with our car that we should have done!