The rain spoiled the social and display activities on site - but by golly the road runs were good!
I missed the Thursday one, and had to drive hood-up for 3/4 of the Friday run (I loathe driving with the hood up!), but soon had the hood down on the Saturday. A 60-odd-mile run took us over the fells just south of the Wrynose and Hardnott passes, and into glorious sunshine. Clear distant views of all the hills, and across to the Isle of Man and Scotland. Once near to Grasmere again, the rain came on, and we found out that it had continued all day at the campsite.
My poor little Bond was doing unusually well at recent rallies, and on the Friday here, but made up for it all on the Saturday: two hesitations as if short of fuel (when it wasn't); complete lack of clutch action when the cable fell out of its adjuster (easy fix); lots of backfiring then complete standstill (first whiskered plug I've had in 18 years of owning it); then we got caught out by opposing traffic when going up a 1-in-4 hairpin. Couldn't get going again, and burned the clutch out instantly in trying. Fellow Bonder was horrified that I thought of calling the RAC to get me back to camp (and I'd fix it once trailered home), when I had spare plates and the right tools in the boot - so horrified, in fact, that he grabbed the tools and did the clutch change for me! Thank you, Dennis Jump!
What with all that faffing, how did I enjoy the day? It was BRILLIANT!