Monday, 14 April 2014

Tea and Toasts

April: a time for fools, cuckoos, sunshine and showers, rich greens… and Penzance Running Day, which typically combines all these things.


270 KTA’s attendance record for the latter has been worthy of a visit from social services thus far. Out of the four years we’ve entered, we’ve actually made it down to Penzance only once. Even then couldn’t run in service due to a blown manifold gasket...

Add to that last year’s fiasco – in which my infidelity to 270 KTA (with a sister) ended in tears – and it would appear that the driver, not the coach, is jinxed.

But I’m sweeping superstition aside this year. Without fear, I'll brazenly declare that 270 KTA is on good form at the moment, after a brief period of Winter hibernation and the usual loo roll list of restoration tasks.

On Friday, we played our respective parts in embarrassing the wife of BBC colleague David Fitzgerald, whose lovely wife Karen deserved better than to have her coming of years broadcast to the South Hams. And yet...

An Agatha Christie fan, she and a party of close friends were taken for dinner at Greenway, Christie’s holiday home on the banks of the Dart. Guests included Frank Kelly – Father Jack from “Father Ted” – and Falklands veteran Simon Weston, who hailed us at bus stops along the route as an extra surprise for the Birthday Girl.

Although they worked for many years on the other side of the Dart, I’m pretty sure this was the first time a Bristol SU had parked in Agatha Christie’s driveway…

… and it was certainly the first documented time she’d had a busman at her dining table.


It was also the first time in my tenure that after dinner port has been taken on 270 KTA, complete with toasts and raucus singing on the journey home. Simon Weston proved remarkably that not all Welshmen were blessed with a voice...

You’d think it would be a miserable thing for the driver to be left out of such celebrations but in truth, with our friend on fine form bowling through Paignton and Totnes, I was well aware that I had the best treat of all.

And so a late toast from me: to Penzance on Sunday. Fifth time lucky…

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