Bon Voyage Gaeorg!

When I used to work in London and live in Kent, I looked forward to arriving at my car as much as arriving home (Husband was on nights a lot so house was often empty). Gae was so welcoming and warm and safe and supereasy to drive.

When we moved up to London, he carried our things (along with a van, Phil's car and my parents' car you understand. We are not mimimalists). Phil's car got sold and Gaeorg took us shopping and on many many brilliant camping and surfing holidays.

Gaeorg on honeymoon :D

Totally dwarfing the surfboard on the roof with his uber massiveness. And believe me, that is a massive surfboard! 

Poop poop!

When we briefly moved back with our parents by accident, he came and provided a mobile suitcase / wardrobe service. Then he chugged over to our next home and braved the wilds of Woolwich. He probably got away with things there because he was small and unobtrusive. He had a BIG HOLIDAY when we lived in Reading and got to live in a very swish underground parking place.

Bathothian parking spot

Finally he came to Bath and now, has gone on to Devon! With a very nice lady who wanted him to drive her dog-in-a-bag around in. Au revoir Gaeorg!


(perhaps I get slightly too attached to vehicles.)