I WAS THERE... A BIT LATER
During the 1990s, I was a regular visitor to the Marlborough area. Like Reg Presley of The Troggs, I had a fascination for the crop circles that formed around the nearby Avebury and Silbury Hill prehistoric sites each summer. While I’m happy to admit that some, perhaps many, were the work of a few blokes with a plank having some nocturnal fun together in a field and not telling anybody, I still maintain others were so intricate that more mysterious forces were at work.
It was on one of these trips, from my home in Poole in the neighbouring county of Dorset, that I managed to kill my Saab 900. The 1984 flat-fronted four-door saloon was my first Swedish vehicle and I loved it – it felt so much betterengineered and safer than anything I’d had before. One day, with one of my more ethereal friends, Mandy, I was driving along the A4 approaching Avebury when we spotted a crop formation in an adjacent field. At the first opportunity, I pulled rather too quickly off the road into a roughly madeup layby. A rock struck the Saab’s sump and ripped the oil plug and some of its thread out, with the result that the engine’s oil drained into the Wiltshire countryside. Attempts at aluminium welding failed and the teenage Saab ended up being scrapped. I still blame the aliens for its passing.