An unwelcome brush with the Law
A Sunday morning brush with the
Law
One Sunday morning
ten years ago I was taking a load of rotted muck with the tractor and
trailer down to an allotment in town, on the way I had to pass the police depot
along side the M6 motorway.
As I was loaded I did a rolling
exit out of a road junction, but unfortunately a motorway patrol car was just
coming down off the bridge, (they were just going for a tea break, and thought I
had no brakes),