Bizarre accidents with the MkVI, we have a winner.


I was at an election count last night, and didn't leave till 4am. I had a drive of almost an hour and a half to get home (it's a big constituency), and dawn was gradually breaking as I travelled. Somewhere the other side of Lockerbie, I came over a small rise to see (momentarily) two wildlife specimens apparently necking in the middle of the road. I had no chance to stop, and they had no chance, period. I knew I'd killed whatever they were.
By the time I got home I'd almost forgotten about it. I garaged the car and went in to bed. This afternoon I went out to take the election stickers off the windows and go fetch a prescription from the chemist. I was rather taken aback to realise I'd driven all the way from Lockerbie with a dead duck wedged in the front grille.
The good news is that the damage is only to the plastic honeycomb grille and a new one is on order.
Rolfe.