One of the reasons I don't like driving is once we were driving at night to Dover to do a reenactment in Boulogne and while we were travelling on the motorway a man ran out of the shadows and stood still in front of us trying to kill himself. I swerved and missed him but nearly flipped the car over. I drove on for a while then stopped the car and rang the police but as I was talking about it a load of cars came driving past. He was killed though I didn't know until weeks later when I had to make a statement with description. Since then I have been a nervous driver.
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| My son's first reenactment - Boulogne 1990 |
