ED Memories: July 29, 2023

Saturday, July 29, 2023

Well I've never slept in a castle before, so this is one to write home about. Once again Andrew has come through with a special surprise. 

I wake up in the morning early after another solid sleep. That's two nights in a row and part of it I put down to the utter silence both camping and 'castleing'. We breakfast in a giant room that has me picturing a raucous group of mediaeval knights. We are hardly that, but we do manage a nice chat with the owners. They really do have something special here, and so we spend some time soaking it all in.

Andrew fires up the drone and gets what I anticipate will be some amazing footage of the two red beauties tucked up close to this spectacular fortification. From here it's time to carefully back down the castle driveway to avoid 'scrapeage' and be on our way to drop Andy off and pick up Brian. I'm definitely not yet comfortable with the dimensions of the car, and once again my nervousness comes to play, and I end up getting Andrew to back the Boxster down the driveway to safety. Need to work on my gumption!

Along the route we find an excellent spot for a picnic with some delicious sandwiches, and a subsequent bit of filming. We can't dally too long though as we have to make some mileage in order to pick Brian up on time. 

I'm enjoying being Andrew's tail-end-Charlie (something that is my usual position on most of our jaunts) - given how practically identical our cars are, it's comforting to see Andrew rip through a particular set of corners knowing that if he can do it so can I! 

The car is starting to 'unlock' to me, as I get more and more comfortable with how it feels under my inputs. It is shrinking around me, and feeling nimbler and nimbler the more we drive. The power and braking are both quite staggering, but it's the transitions from left to right that have me grinning the most. It's as nimble at least as the S2000 but more composed, soaking up the road imperfections better, and I can feel my confidence growing.

A quick farewell to one, and with our new crew member on board, we make tracks for our accommodation for the night. As we climb upwards, we hit some wild fog that turns the scenery around us into something out of a horror movie. Creepy and freaky and cinematically amazing all at the same time. I whip out my phone and grab a couple of cool Cayman-taillights-in-the-fog shots.

Another nice, typical rifugio dinner, a little walk to stretch the legs in the crazy thick fog, and it's time to call it a night.

~ Luke

p.s. You can read the full, no-holds-barred accounting of this day at gtschronicles.com.