Chammy clean...

At last! A break in the weather and a little bit of sunshine... I just HAVE to get out there, enjoy the brightness AND clean my car. It’s dirty ... as my daughter pointed out the other day.

Well, it has been raining all the time, was my only defence.

So here goes. I raid the garage and find a bottle of green car wash stuff. That’ll do. The bubbles are quite impressive, don’t you think?

Then, after a good hose down – the chammy. That’s what my mother used to call the piece of chamois leather that she used to dry all the condensation of the windows after yet another freezing Scottish winter! I think her chammy was a real one – made from the skin of a mountain goat or, it being Scotland, maybe a plain old sheep. I don’t know.

My chammy (it’s hanging there on the wing mirror) is a modern synthetic version. It still did a pretty good job of shining up the paintwork.

That’ll do – the forecast is for more rain tomorrow, so in a few days nobody will see the difference.