Fire and Scotland
As we drove through the Scottish countryside over the holiday, C gave us a funny story.
We were driving on single track road, going up into the Highlands. Lots of scenery to see, so Bella and I were focused on the granite and heather all around us. C was jabbering in the backseat, mostly nonsense. Then, in a matter of fact tone of voice, he states “Fire” and pointed at the wing mirror on the passenger side. We look and see that flames are coming out of the mirror housing.
So I quickly pull over, douse it with a bottle of water, and thank C for his perceptive abilities. He was significantly less concerned about it than his parents.
It turns out there was a short in the mirrors’ internal electrics and it cost £50 to fix.
We were driving on single track road, going up into the Highlands. Lots of scenery to see, so Bella and I were focused on the granite and heather all around us. C was jabbering in the backseat, mostly nonsense. Then, in a matter of fact tone of voice, he states “Fire” and pointed at the wing mirror on the passenger side. We look and see that flames are coming out of the mirror housing.
So I quickly pull over, douse it with a bottle of water, and thank C for his perceptive abilities. He was significantly less concerned about it than his parents.
It turns out there was a short in the mirrors’ internal electrics and it cost £50 to fix.
And here's a picture of C standing in Loch Fyne amongst the seaweed.
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