It had been a windy day, the gustiest I had experienced for a while. I had enjoyed a foretaste of the weather when I flew my kite the previous evening. The wind at the weekend had been so unpredictable that I elected to fly my practice kite, and not risk crashing my pride and joy into the ground through poor kitemanship.
Leaving the house this morning it still looked to be windy out, the voices on the radio spoke of bridges closed to high-sided vehicles and I drove with some caution. But there was no fuss through the steering wheel of my A4, no sense that any lapse of concentration would cost me dear. Later, that same day, in the Smart things couldn't have been more different.
