As noon approached, Mr Findleyson busied himself with packing things in his old Land Rover for the long trip to Norwich.
The Land Rover was a long wheelbase model over 30 years old with over
300,000 miles on the clock! It had a diesel engine which ran as well as
it did when it was new. It was clapped out looking, it's dark green
paint faded with patches of corrosion appearing on its aluminium body.
He saw no reason to get rid of it as it still got him where he wanted
to go. As far as he was concerned, it was good for another 300,000
He still had it serviced once a year and it still passed its MOT with little needing done.
The inside was basic and afforded little comfort.
There was no carpet, no heater, and no radio.
They would be driving for 12 hours in it, a long time for them to be bouncing around inside and breathing diesel fumes.
The long uncomfortable ride would surely ruffle a few feathers and numb a few asses!
Whenever he drove the hens anywhere, he would put all the hens except
Martha, in cages in the back of the Land Rover for their own safety and
wellbeing. Martha would sit in the passenger seat up front, on a cushion
next to Mr Findleyson.