As already mentioned, the stop and restart at Abberley was made less impossible than it had appeared in the morning, and except for skidding into the ditch on the left hand side on going up the first part, we got through the test without much fuss.

Mill Lane proved no end of a stumbling block, and here again the loose grease covered stones failed to provide the necessary coefficient of friction—as they say in text books—and we had to be bundled up any old how, until the wheels took a grip once more.

Sandy Lane, Beacon Hill and Gaby Glide Hill caused no real trouble, and muddy, but cheerful, we returned to King’s Heath, with an increased respect for Midland Trials and for the staying powers of the little car.