2014: Fun, floods and facial hair.

Yet another year flies into history at a somewhat scary pace. A year when I have been very neglectful with this blog (again).
Personally, there wasn't too much drama. No births, no deaths, no marriages. I grew an experimental beard for a few weeks when we were invited to a medieval banquet. But it's not something I shall be eager to do again. And, if ever you notice that I'm slightly unshaven, would you be so kind as to remind me of these words.

As you know, I did my first bungee jump and absolutely loved it. But, apart from Liverpool ripping up the Premiership for five thrilling months, any other 'excitement' has been in lessons.
We had Shauna's intensive course in Fort William. My first time instructing there and it coincided with the most rain I have seen fall in a three day period. But not even floods and landslides were going to stop Shauna passing her test at the first attempt.

The only two times we have ever had an accident in lessons were the fault of other drivers (both when vehicles went into the back of us). This year I had a pupil leave the road, not in a lesson, but in a test! Fortunately, no-one was hurt and the only damage was to my two nearside tyres, which both burst.
But I am pleased to report that almost all other drama has been positive, with a record number of my pupils passing their tests. Last year I was thrilled to have 79 pupils pass their driving tests. I was hoping that we might have over eighty this year, but that didn't look likely early on in the year. However, the last few months have gone a bit mad and I ended up with no less than 98 pupils passing their tests in 2014. Congratulations to (deep breath)..... Abbie, Adele, Aimee, Alan, Alex, Alexander, Alice C, Alice Mac, Alice Mash, Allen, Andrea, Andrew, Angus M, Angus U, Becky N, Becky R, Ben, Bethany, Calum, Cameron, Catrina, Chantelle, Charles, Charlotte, Chloe, Conor, Craig, Craig M, Darren, Donald, Donna, Eilean, Eilidh, Elizabeth, Emma, Euan Mac, Euan Mc, Gemma, Geoff, Gregor, Hally, Hamish, Hannah, Harriet, Holly, Humzah, Ian, Innes, Jack B, Jack G, Jamie, Jeanette, Jock, Joe, Joshua, Kacey, Kate, Katie S, Katie W, Katy, Kayleigh, Keirra, Kenneth, Kieran, Lasha, Lauren, Liam, Lilleth, Mark D, Mark V, Mary D, Mary M, Matthew, Michael H, Michael M, Michael O, Michelle, Oliver, Paisley, Patrick, Rachel, Rory M, Rory R, Ruari, Ruairidh, Ryan, Scott M, Scott S, Seumas, Shauna, Sigi, Sophie, Stephen, Stuart, Tess, Tony, Tylar and Vicky. I think that's everyone, but apologies if I have missed anyone.
I am proud of every one of those, but, looking back, the ones that meant slightly more were generally the people who had been with me longer. Angus was one such pupil. He had been unsuccessful in a few tests, arguably slightly unlucky in two of them. But, the puzzling thing was that I had no worries about his driving at all during lessons. I guess it was just that nerves got the better of him on tests. In November he asked me if I would sit in on his test. I am always happy to do so, but explained to him that I cannot say or do anything throughout the duration of the test. He has been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome and in tests, and even in lessons, he often found it helpful to talk himself through situations. Before the test started I simply advised him to drive exactly as he usually does and, if he wanted to, to talk himself through each situation. The test was going fine, although I would suggest that he was holding back a bit more than was necessary. He did get slightly alarmed when, at the start of his parallel park, I ducked down in the back seat to allow him more visibility. The examiner reassured him not to worry about me. As the test progressed I had counted a few minor errors, but nothing serious. As each junction and each situation was dealt with I heard a voice in my head urging him on. "Come on Angus." The test was almost over, just a few more junctions to negotiate. Come on Angus. An awkward situation with parked cars on both sides of the road, but he patiently held back and waited until it was clear, Come on Angus. A pedestrian with her back to us started walking towards the curb. He checked his mirrors and watched what she was doing. Come on Angus. The last junction coming up. He took it slightly wide. Come on Angus. The examiner asked him to pull up and switch off the engine. As far as I could tell, it was a pass, but how would the examiner interpret his slight lack of making progress when the road was clear? "I am happy to tell you that you have passed." COME ON ANGUS!!! YES!
Sometimes, this can be a frustrating job. Pupils cancel lessons and don't drive to their best ability. Other drivers tailgate and do all sorts of stupid (and dangerous) things. But all of these niggles fade away when people like Angus pass their test. And, hopefully, many more people will do so next year. Let's break the 100 barrier!

How NOT to take a driving test

I've had a few tests recently which have not gone exactly as I would have liked.
The first one wasn't her fault. She had a 9:37am test and, the night before, I went to pick her up for her last lesson.
"I've got a bit of a problem ” she said, as she got in the car. " I can't find my purse, and it's got my licence in it. "
That's not "a bit of a problem", that's a major disaster.
" I had my purse at school this afternoon, but it's not in my bag now. "
Whether it was stolen, or simply fell out of her bag we shall never know (although when she did get her purse back, money had gone from it). She reported it stolen and planned to go to the school first thing in the morning, in the hope that she might find it.
I met her at school in the morning. "The cleaners haven't come across it" she said.
"It's OK", I lied, " we have plenty of time. "
Her school was 25 minutes from the test centre and, if she didn't find it in the next half an hour, we wouldn't get there in time.
Luckily, with about fifteen minutes to spare, she came running out, clutching her purse and licence.
Very rarely does anyone go to their test completely relaxed, but finding your licence with minutes to spare certainly doesn't help.

A few days later I had another Inverness test. He hadn't been too happy about his first test: In slow moving traffic, he had held back to keep a junction on the left clear. The correct thing to do, but in the examiner's opinion, he had held back too much and possibly irritated the drivers behind. So, this time, he asked me if I would sit in the back.
All was going fine. I was completely relaxed and enjoying the drive. The examiner asked him to pull over and explained that he would like him to complete a reverse (parallel) park, using the parked car ahead. When I sit in on tests, I duck down on the back seat when they are reversing, so that I do not impede their view. This means that I can't see how the manoeuvre is going, but I had every confidence in his ability to successfully complete the parking.
At one point he braked a touch sharply and the brakes squeaked. I saw him secure the car, sit bolt upright and exclaim "OH MY GOD!!! HAVE I HIT THAT CAR?!!!"
”No, you're fine. It's just the brakes. " explained the examiner.
He successfully completed the manoeuvre and passed his test but, as the examiner pointed out to him at the end, he should have known exactly how close/far from that car he was. Shouting "OH MY GOD!!! HAVE I HIT THAT CAR?!!!" is not likely to fill the examiner with confidence.

That same week I had six pupils taking their test in Ullapool. Typically, the examiners take them out on the A835, a twisting, hilly, 60mph road, to Ardmair, a few miles north of the village. While my last test of the day was taking place I was happily enjoying a coffee. My pupil had been out for about half an hour, so it was time to finish my coffee and walk back to (hopefully) congratulate him on passing his test. Just as I was doing that my phone rang. It was the examiner. My heart sank. It couldn't be good news.
"Hello Martin. We've had a bit of an incident." It definitely wasn't good news.
Although his driving had been absolutely fine in his lessons, for some unimaginable reason he had decided to show the examiner that he was Lewis Hamilton. He took a bend too fast, left the road and burst my two nearside tyres. Thankfully, no-one was hurt, although, with hindsight, I would have liked my pupil to have suffered a little. At least he had to suffer the embarrassment of having to walk a mile or so back to the test centre with the examiner. I can't imagine it would have been the most hilarious conversation between them.
My pupil mumbled a quiet "sorry Martin" then disappeared (not that I was in the mood to discuss his next test with him !) and the examiner hurried off to his next test. That left me to rely on the ever helpful Rod Houldsworth at Ullapool garage to rescue my car and transport it 55 miles to the nearest garage that had replacement tyres in stock.
Later, once I had calmed down, I was left wondering exactly what had happened. Nothing like it has ever happened in a lesson, but I guess the examiners try to leave the pupil to it. I just hope nothing like it ever happens again.

I was writing this while Michael was successfully taking his test in Ullapool. Although he passed with just three driver errors, he didn't make it easy for himself. Ullapool tests don't have a test centre, we just park up near the Fire Station. Whilst we were waiting for the examiner Michael asked me where the nearest toilet was because he was desperate to go. There is no nearby toilet. Not even a convenient bush. We didn't have time to drive to the nearest toilet.
"We don't have time. Can you hold on?"
"I'll have to."
I wandered off whilst he took his test. A few minutes later I saw Michael drive past and do an emergency stop..... Not what you want when you need the toilet ! Not only that, but, at the end of his test he told me he had "a bit on an incident" on the road to Ardmair. "Oh no !" I thought, "what now?" He explained that, just as he went round the corner where the aforementioned pupil had gone off the road, a family of ducks had waddled across the road and he had to do a second emergency stop.

An hour later: My last test of the day. Two out of two so far and every confidence in my third pupil passing easily. Except..... Can't fault his control, can't fault his judgement, can't fault his awareness, can't fault his manoeuvres, BUT...... His mirror checks are just a bit..... random. I have explained that he should check his mirrors before any change in speed or direction, before signalling, before overtaking, before changing lanes (not that this applies in Ullapool), etc, but still I have to regularly prompt him. I have explained the consequences of not checking mirrors but, for some unknown reason, he still misses mirror checks. In the lesson before his test we analysed his driving and I stressed that his only weakness was his use of mirrors. However, I felt confident that he would put it right on his test. Result, fail for not checking mirrors. I didn't need to say  ”I told you so ", the look on his face told me he knew.

So, to summarise: Keep both parts of your licence safe, make sure you don't need the toilet before your test, listen to what your instructor says, don't ask the examiner if you have hit something and, most importantly, try to keep the car on the road....... Easy.

When the going gets tough......

I like a challenge. And I get plenty in this job. 
A few months ago, I had an email enquiry, asking about an in intensive driving course. Nothing too unusual in that, intensive courses seem to be increasingly popular. I replied, asking various questions to establish previous experience, availability, whether or not the theory test has been passed, and whether they are looking for a test at the end. All her answers seemed fine until she asked what days I am in Fort William.
Ah, that's a shame, I thought, I don't cover Fort William. Fort William is 90 miles from me, not an awful lot further than Ullapool, further north on the west coast, at which I instruct several days a week. But the journey, although spectacular, is a relatively slow, wiggly drive, across to Inverness, down the side of Loch Ness, Loch Oich, the Caledonian canal, Loch Lochy, then around the western flanks of the Grampian mountains to Fort William. I would have to say 'No'. "Why not just have regular lessons with a local instructor?" I asked. She replied that she had taken some lessons, but felt that an intensive course would suit her better. She also said that she hadn't yet taken her theory test, so I suggested that that should be her priority if she really wanted an in intensive course.
A couple of months later, she emailed again to say that she had passed her theory, so could I take her on for an intensive course. I relented. She seemed such a nice person and I was impressed with her determination and excitement at the prospect of being able to drive. I did make it clear that I was not familiar with the area but, if she accepted that, I would be happy to help.

The plan was for me to hire an apartment and spend the whole weekend there, working on her driving, then take her test on the Monday lunchtime. I wanted Jane to join me. Although I would be busy during the days, she would be able to explore Fort William, walk our dogs in Glen Nevis, and hopefully enjoy a break from her own business. A perfect plan, or so I thought.....
Last Saturday morning we drove down to Fort William. The forecast was not good for the west Highlands, but it was warm and beautiful blue skies when we set off. As we progressed, a few spots of rain began to turn to a heavy downpour. By the time we reached Fort William there was a lot of water on the roads.

After getting settled in at the apartment, I left Jane staring out the windows, watching the rain getting heavier and wondering whether she should have stayed at home, in sunny Morayshire. I drove off to meet Shauna. A few years ago Shauna had had an operation on her hip which had gone wrong. Complications had left her without full use of her left leg. She told me that she had gone from being an optimistic teenager to someone who would now need crutches to help her walk and had lost interest in her future. It was only when she got herself a black Labrador puppy that her optimism returned. Having the company of the dog inspired her to get up, get out and start living again. And it was this new optimism that inspired her to learn to drive so that she and her dog could get out into the Highlands and go for more spectacular walks. 

The lessons and test were all in her car, a Polo automatic (because she was unable to use a clutch). Over Saturday and Sunday we would have two hour lessons throughout the day, with 45 minute breaks inbetween. Meanwhile, the rain was completely unrelenting. It made for even more spectacular scenery, with Britain's highest mountains spouting numerous waterfalls and the rivers churning and gushing to worryingly high levels. On the roads the puddles were getting bigger and deeper. By Sunday afternoon the roads were flooded in many places and some roads were closed. We used the opportunity to work on driving in such conditions, assessing the road and, where the water was particularly deep, keeping the car moving steadily to create a bow wave in front of the car. At one point we were on a single-track road, that was severely flooded. Some sheep had escaped from a field and were anxiously running along the verges around the car. Meanwhile, we had a cyclist braving the flooded road behind us and an oncoming car with barely room for the two cars to pass. Shauna handled the situation beautifully. I told her "If you can deal with all that, you can deal with anything".

Monday morning, the day of the test, and I was now very worried. Not about Shauna's driving, that was very hard to fault, but by the fact that I was convinced that the test would not go ahead. Despite no let up in the incessant rain, the council had worked wonders with drainage and only a few roads remained closed. But even if the roads were better, they were still bad and, most importantly, the road south of Fort William was closed due to landslides. This meant that the examiner would have to make a massive detour around the Grampians, up the A9 and back south to Fort William. It was therefore, an huge relief to see the examiner walk toward us at the test centre and an even bigger relief to find that the test would go ahead. Shauna asked me to accompany her on the test." What brings you so far from Inverness? " the examiner asked me. "Shauna asked me nicely" was my honest reply. 

The test was.... different.... The road closures and amount of traffic meant that the examiner had to rethink his route on a few occasions. This didn't matter though. Having no experience of instructing in Fort William, I had taken Shauna all over the place during the last two and a half days, and we had no preconceptions of where the test might go. It was no surprise (at least to me) when, at the end of the test, the examiner told Shauna that she had passed. 

Since then, Shauna has got insured and has been driving all over the place. It is always very rewarding for me when someone passes, but this one was more special than most. With her licence, her new freedom, and her dog, 'Ziggy Stardust' by her side, the world really is her lobster now.

Whilst we were in Fort William our daughters seemed to delight in letting Jane and me know how mild and sunny it was at home. So we took the rain back with us.

Here we GOOOOOOOOOO00000000000ooooooooooooooooo.........

Well..... I'm still here. So, either I chickened out of doing the bungee jump, or it all went successfully.
As the day approached I kept expecting the nerves to kick in. I didn't help myself by watching videos on YouTube of other people doing bungee jumps - not a good way to reassure myself.
On some of the videos of Killiecrankie Bungee it shows people making their way along the platform beneath the bridge. Just watching that was enough to stir the butterflies.
The jump was booked at 11:00am. So Jane and set off around 8am, picking up my grandson, Jordan, and his friend Joab, on the way. Beautiful blue skies and not a breath of wind, so I was beginning to think I should perhaps have worn shorts, rather than jeans. As we drove south, the clouds appeared, the temperature dropped and, by the time we reached the Cairngorms, there was more snow than I have seen all winter.
We arrived at Killicrankie around 10am and, when I went to the reception, I was told that they may be able to fit me in early. 'No rush' was my first thought!
I was weighed and was told that I would be joining a group of three friends who were doing a jump as a birthday present. Then, the next thing I know, we are being ushered into a minibus and driven to the bridge.
My daughters, Rachel and Anna, plus their partners and children, had all followed us down to add their support (or perhaps to laugh at me). They were just arriving as I was being whisked away, so they jumped back in their cars and followed the minibus.
At the bridge, the three other jumpers and I were introduced to the Highland Fling Bungee instructors, who were all excellent. They managed to strike a careful balance between being professional, but also enthusiastic, relaxed and light-hearted. They ensued that we were always clipped on even climbing up short ladders.  I'm not sure how they decided who was going to go first, but the other man was to go first, then the woman in his group, then me, then the young girl, whose birthday it was.
We had to walk along a platform just beneath the bridge, which took us to the jump platform. We were all harnessed and individually talked through what would happen. I then had to sit and wait while I watched the two before me.
The man was clearly very anxious, to say the least. He was led to the edge of the platform and encouraged to spread his arms out wide and, on the count of three, leap forward. But he kept backing up and leaning back on the instructor. On two occasions the instructor counted down, but he didn't jump.
Finally, on the third count, his knees buckled slightly, and he fell forward towards the River Garry. If anything, that stopped me from getting nervous. I had kept expecting the nerves to hit, but, when I saw his jump I just thought 'I'm up here now, so I either fall or I dive.' The instructor then came and had a few words, which emphasised what I had just decided, explaining that I would get more out of the jump if I tried to dive out away from the bridge.
By now, the man was being winched back up. His faced had changed completely and he was beaming. It was now time for the eldest girl to go, and she threw herself off the platform very confidently, with a loud WHOOP! My turn next.....

"Any words for the camera?" He asked...
"Erm..." What do you say? "Help"? I mumbled a slightly unconvincing "Let's go for it".
My ankles were bound together, so I had to waddle forward onto the platform.

"Keep going. Your toes need to be over the edge" said the instructor. As you can see, he had hold of my harness, but it still felt very uncomfortable, inching forward like this.
I'm now standing, with my toes over the edge, looking down at the drop. He decides that now would be a good time to smile for the camera. Actually, I can smile. A huge surge of adrenaline floods any fears and I can't wait.
"Right. Arms out wide. I'm going to count down from three, then I want you to go big."
For half a nanosecond there is a doubt. This is NOT a natural thing to do - jump 132' down towards a very shallow river (too shallow to make any difference). Too late.
"3... 2... 1..." and I launched myself as far away from the platform as I could......

My view changed slowly from the sky, down down down towards the water. Then, just as it felt like I was heading straight towards the river, a gentle pull began to increase as the bungee chord did its job.
Jane had earlier suggested that the worst part might be when you bounce back up again, then are left dangling, but I barely noticed that bit. I tried to quickly get my bearings so that I could find where the family were and wave to them. Then they lowered a cable which I had to clip to a loop on my waist, before they hoisted me back up to the terra firma of the platform. More words required for the camera.... "Fantastic. Amazing." Hardly original, but what else can you say?
"Would I recommend it?" Without doubt..
It may have been something that tempted me when I was a teenager. But, after freefall parachuting, I lost any inclination  to do a bungee jump. If you only do one, I would say do a parachute jump. But I would certainly do another bungee. And I cannot recommend the staff at Highland Fling highly enough.

Go on..... You know you want to!

Click here to see all the gory detail on YouTube

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Phew!

A friend (Joan) sent me an email the other day about this accident near Flagstaff, Arizona, USA.
In the picture above, the pick-up had been travelling from right to left, at about 75mph, when it lost control and crashed through the guardrail (where the people in the photo are standing).

It flipped end-over-end, bouncing off and across the culvert, miraculously landing upright, facing in completely the opposite direction.

The 22 year-old driver and his 18 year-old passenger were unhurt, except for some minor cuts and bruises.

Now, so far, this doesn't seem too exceptional. They lost control and got lucky with where they landed. But, if you scroll down and look at the bigger picture, you will see just how amazingly lucky they were!

One small step for man

Sometimes, during lessons, it is nice to just relax and chat about non-driving stuff. The trouble is, you don't know where that could lead.

Towards the end of last year, one of my pupils,Sophie, was telling me about the weekend she had planned. It was her boyfriend's birthday and she was treating him to an adventure weekend in the Cairngorms. She had done a bungee jump and they were hoping to do some white-water rafting and cliff jumping. We swapped tales of our adrenaline-junkie pursuits, but I must have mentioned that I had never done a bungee jump.

Then, a month or two ago, Sophie, having passed her test, was chatting to me about doing the Pass Plus course. She then casually mentioned that there was going to be a sponsored bungee jump at Killiecrankie, Perthshire, in aid of Yorkhill Children's Hospital. She also casually mentioned that she had put my name forward! I used to be all action, no talk. Now I'm the opposite.

"Erm... Right. So what happens now?" I asked.

She explained that I could apply for an application form on Facebook, then they would send me all the details. "Right, I'll do that." I lied.

But, after a while, I did apply. The information was promptly received and, a week later, I was booked in to jump off the 132' bridge at Killiecrankie at 11.00am on Saturday 22nd March. Eek and double Eek!

You can find out more about the fantastic work done by Yorkhill at the Royal Hopsital for Sick Children by going to www.yorkhill.org. And you can sponsor me directly by clicking on www.justgiving.com/MartinRutter-FarleDrivingSchool

Meanwhile, my daughters are having a field day. They think the whole thing is hilarious. Their main concern is what I am to wear. A onesie is the favoured choice. That ain't gonna happen. Ever! They can't wait for next Saturday. I think they just want to hear how loud I scream. 

The other day I was talking to a friend of my wife. She asked me about the bungee jump and then asked me "Have you done any practice?"  !!!! 

Erm.... not really sure how I am supposed to practice? Buy some industrial strength knicker elastic and jump off the Kessock Bridge? Perhaps I should start off small. Maybe tie my shoelaces together and jump off the bed? I can't see that ending well.

Procrastinate now. Don't put it off.

Crikey! It's nearly February already. Time flies by when you're the driver of a train.....( as people who remember Chigley will know.)

An unbelievable amount of stuff has already happened in 2014 and I haven't even recapped last year yet.

So... 2013. A pretty good year. I didn't win the lottery, but I didn't have anything disastrous happen either. No major ups and downs, just a gentle swell:
As far as driving lessons were concerned, it was probably my busiest year yet. Certainly, I have never had so many pupils. But, much more so than ever before, there were a lot of people who already had a full licence, but were wanting some refresher/improvement lessons. Meanwhile, I decided to cut down the area I cover. With Inverness becoming increasingly busy for me, and Ullapool nice and steady, I decided to stop instructing in Elgin (and the surrounding area). Typically, the very week I made that decision, I had three enquiries about lessons in that area. But I stuck to my guns and recommended other instructors in Elgin/Forres. Earlier in the year I had gone further in the other direction, right up to Kinlochbervie, close to the far North West tip of Scotland. Although the driving was a bit limited, I really enjoyed my weeks up there, but, one by one, they passed their tests, and it no longer made economic sense to continue teaching there for a handful of pupils.
Congratulations to Adam, Aisha, Alasdair, Alison, Amanda, Arran, Audrius, Beccy, Beth, Cameron, Cat, Christopher, Ciara, Clare, Clarke, Daniel, Danny, Darren, Dylan, Eachann, Eilidh, Eireann, Elaine, Elisabeth, Emily, Emma, Erin, Euan, George, Georgina, Graham, Hamish, Hughie, Iain, Ian, Isobel, Jack, Jacqueline, Jade, Jake, James, Jamie, Jessie, Jo, Joanna, Jodie M, Jodie S, Joe, Jonathan, Josh, Joshua, Katie, Kelera, Kelly, Kirsty, Kyle, Lachlan, Lewis, Louis, Matt, Matthew, Melissa, Michaela, Niall, Niki, Peter, Rachel S, Rachel T, Ruaraidh, Ryan, Sabeel, Sarah, Scott D, Scott P, Shona, Shopan, Sophie, Stephanie and Tom on passing their driving tests this year - three more than last year, perhaps we'll break eighty next year. It's nice for me to look back at all these names. Some of them passed very quickly, but, perhaps because I spent more time with them, I get more satisfaction thinking about the ones that took longer to pass. There are a few people there who took over fifty hours of lessons, but I think their achievements are no less than the ones who took less than twenty.
A few weeks ago, one of my pupils asked me if I ever 'drop' any pupils. I struggled to think of any. There had been maybe two or three people over the years that I have 'dropped' because they continually messed me around by cancelling lessons. But he was asking because he has a relative who is a driving instructor, and he, apparently, has dropped pupils because he told them 'they would never be able to drive'. I thought it was the job of an instructor to teach people how to drive?! Looking through that list, there are a couple of people who, in the early stages, I thought 'this will take some time', but both of them passed first time, so it just goes to show that everyone can drive. It just takes a bit of effort from them and me.
The other significant news, as far as driving was concerned, was getting my new tuition car when the lease on my Fiesta ended. I haven't written much about it, but I am very pleased with my Alfa Romeo and my pupils all seem to like it. Not only is it a very comfortable and rewarding car for me to drive and spend so much time in, but the positive steering and the power and flexibility of the engine seem to make it a very sure-footed and secure car for my pupils. In addition, they really like the stop/start system (they simply press the clutch down to start the engine if they stall) and I really like the heated leather seats on frosty mornings. One day, I promise I will get around to writing a bit more about it: just like I promise that I will write more (hopefully) helpful stuff on various Inverness roundabouts (which is what seems to draw most people to these pages).

I had intended to write a lengthy, poetic appraisal of a variety of aspects of 2013. But that is all behind us now. Time to get on with 2014 (maybe with the odd 2013 flashback).

Get orff my land!

Imagine you are out driving and you are looking for somewhere to park. The roads are full of cars but, eventually, you spot a gap. Great. You pull up alongside the car ahead and are just about to reverse into the gap when the owner of the car comes out of their house and says 'Can you move on and find somewhere else to park'.
I was with a new pupil this morning. She has had lessons with another instructor, but wasn't confident reversing, so we did a turn in the road (fine), then a reverse into a side road (a bit hesitant, but fine). Time to look at parking. I picked a really quiet side road, with nothing to worry about and asked my pupil to pull up alongside the car ahead and try to complete a parallel park within two car lengths. She made sure it was safe to move off, positioned herself perfectly alongside the car (a white Range Rover), just under a metre away, checked all around, reversed back until her back wheels had gone beyond the Range Rover, then turned toward the curb. Nice control of her speed and regular checks around the car - excellent. Just as we were almost finished she paused. She had seen a pedestrian nearing the back of the car and was waiting for him to continue on, away from the back of the car. But he didn't move, he ducked down, looked into our car and gestured for me to wind the window down.
"Can you not use my car as an obstacle. "
It's not worth me doing anything than acquiescing and driving on, even if I did think he was an arse.
"Yes, of course..... " I began to reply, but he continued, "I know you have to practice, but not here."
I politely asked "So you would like us to practice with someone else's car? " but he didn't really answer.
I have dual controls, so there is absolutely no danger of us going near his car. In my lessons, if we are practicing reversing maneouvres, I don't like to spend too long in the same place (or use the same car) - twice maximum. Simply because, if it was my car, I would get a bit anxious if someone was endlessly practicing, using my car. I guess he had every right to politely ask us not to use his car, but it was his manner that rubbed me up the wrong way. We were inches away from completing the maneouvre and he could see we were away from his car.
I was reminded of a news story a few years ago when the inhabitants of an estate in England got up a petition against driving schools using their estate to practice. All the driving schools obliged, which made the locals happy until they tried to book driving lessons for their children, because all the instructors has got together and agreed never to drive in that estate.
I wonder what Range Rover man would do if he has children that want to learn to drive.