It's my turn to drive and to be honest I find it necessary to make several trips to the loo beforehand - nerves have taken hold.
The structure of each day involves driving some public roads interspersed with various driving tests either on private land or along quiet C roads. Unless you execute these tests to within a 98% tolerance (or so it seems) your score goes to maximum penalties. Richard and I have collected a lot of maximum penalties.
After coffee we go spectacularly off route because we weren't told about a change to the directions. As a result our chances of winning have vanished...
Northumberland and the Scottish Borders provide some amazing scenery and beautiful empty roads. With the hood down and sunglasses on it's a magical ride. All along the way people are out to see us go past. Whole schools came out on Friday to cheer us and everywhere the cars raise a friendly wave. There certainly are some wonderful vehicles on the rally but although ours is humble it looks good in a photo and plenty of people come and chat to us about it.
The day ends with a burnt out clutch, which is patch repaired in the car park. It's not clear whether we should limp straight to the Gleneagles or try to complete the rally.