Deflated!

After lunch, we returned to our car and found the front right tyre flat as a tack! Madds and Lu just jumped straight to it, "We'll just have to change it!" said Lu. "Let's get the spare." replied Madds heading for the rear of the car.. Tans and I stood back a little out of our league. I've never changed a tyre before and didn't fancy starting there or then.

However, our share of the luck of the Irish landed on us when our good Samaritan, Graeme walked past and offerred to change it for us saying that girls shouldn't have to change tyres. We all agreed whole heartedly. He was then joined by two of his mates who helped him tighten the screws then gave us instructions as to where to take the punctured tyre. However, they all spoke with such broad accents so none of us understood what they had said ( but thought one of us would have). We were so appreciative of their help that we just smiled and thanked them waited until they'd walked away before we all turned to each other and said, "ok, who understood what they said?". But sadly none of us did.