When we got back to our accommodation, we still had to plan for the new day & a run out to Kielder. Little did we know just what a day it would turn out to be.
Jonathan & Jaime left fairly early to get a reasonable space in the service area [memories of problems last time driving this decision]. For Andrew & I, there was time for a bacon butty & a coffee before taking Richard and Stefan into Carlisle for the restart.
Looking at the schedule, the crew were in for a pretty hard day. Andrew & I had our own little rally to look forward to on the way to the end of the first stage of the day, Clintburn, a 13.18 mile starter. Our 9.5 mile along the forest track to Crookbank was lots of fun.
With no problems to report, Andy & I made our way to the dam at Kielder Water, while Richard & Stefan tackled the 14.45 mile Chirdonhead 1 stage. A quick wave as they passed & we then made our way to Service area B, where Jonathan & Jaime had set up shop. Talk about right hand not knowing what the left was doing, while we waited at Service B, Stefan had guided Richard to Service A. They are about 5 miles apart so not ideal, especially as Stefan had told Jonathan which area to go to. So a somewhat reduced time for service. Luckily the only thing we really needed to do was change a rear wheel, as the sidewall had a nick in it. Just as well because the weather had turn really cold and damp. Reports of Storm Arwen were starting to impact the area.
On the way to the next management point the trip in th 807 started to play up, [diagnosed as a dodgy connection], caused a wrong slot but as the timing wasn't too tight, we were on station at the end of stage7, Falstone 1, in plenty of time. The crew had a little indiscretion on the stage, loosing 4 minutes exploring a ditch. With no management after Bewshaugh 1, a 17.2mile marathon, Andy & I made our way back to the service area and something to eat.
We were now getting snow flurries in the service area and the wind was picking up. Again we were lucky, the trip to the ditch had caused no damage except the loss of a couple of mud flaps and the washer bottle had jumped out of it's mounting & needed refitting.
Because of the absence of a management spot between stages, Andy & I stayed in the service area, sending Richard & Stefan off the cover the 9.01 mile of Pundershaw & a second run through Chirdonhead 2. When the car came in, we were in trouble with the wiper blade again but all else was performing well, unlike the weather which by this time had turned into a blizzard. As Andy & I only needed to go down the road to the dam, we helped Jonathan & Jamie to load the van and get them on their way back to Longtown before the weather really closed in.
Andrew & I then made our way to the dam where we waited for the car to complete SS11, Falstone 2. No problems reported other than the absolutely horrendous conditions in the stage but just one more to complete before we too could head back to our accommodation.
And that's where everything went pear shaped. Turning out onto the main road Andrew thought he saw sparks from the underside of the car. As one, we suspected that one of the Proflex canisters had broken free. With lots & lots of headlamp flashing, we managed to get Richard to pull over so that we could check the underside of the car. Sure enough, the near side canister had broken it's mounting clips and had been bouncing along the road. We were so, so lucky that it hadn't punctured and with the aid of some mega tyraps were able to fix it back in place. With a dire warning to Richard to be gentle with the car through the stage, we started to put the jack and tools away, at which point a Forestry Commission truck pulled along side & in no uncertain terms told us to pick up our rally car and get the hell out of there. The last stage had been cancelled and they were trying to make sure everyone got clear. Storm Arwen had arrived with a vengeance.
Richard & Stefan had arrived at the turn off to the stage and had been given the same message. FOXTROT OSCAR as they say.