Then, one time, only about 8 years ago we were going to Ellemford show in September, which is a tiny show. We were driving a volvo at the time, and had a wee ifor williams trailer on, with 5 goats and their stuff for the show in it. Then mum and I and a collie and a jack russell in the car. We went to turn right on the A1 at 8:30am on a saturday morning in fog, and something dreadful happened to the car. I was driving, and it felt at first like a blowout, we started to skid, which I was trying to control, when the brakes seized on. So there we were, right in the middle of the road. A lovely, lovely man stopped in his 4x4, and we unhitched the trailer (with the goats still in) and pushed it back along the road to a turn off. Then we had to use his 4x4 to drag the Volvo off the road as the brakes were seized on. The man told mum where to get the local garage, and his name and phone number, and then we put the jack russell into the trailer with the goats stuff, and he took me and the trailer to the show (thank god he had a towbar). We couldn't put our dogs in the 4x4 because he had his in there, he'd just been to pick them up from the kennels. So he took me the few miles along to the show, because at least we could put the goats into pens there etc. And I had to wait at the show until I heard something from mum. The local garage man checked the car, and I think it was the prop shaft and the axle that went, but I could be wrong. So effectively the car couldn't go anywhere, pretty much again because it wasn't worth repairing. So mum phoned a friend of ours, and asked, what are you doing today? When she replied not much, my mum said oh good, can you come and collect us? She agreed, and mum told her we were at Grantshouse- "but whose Grant?" asked my friend! So once she knew that was the name of the town, all was fine and she came down, picked up mum and brought her to the show, and we were able to tow the trailer back home.
Beth