Back then I had a five-door Mondeo. Plenty of room for two of us, or even three or more, but I was used to going loaded with enough outfits for occasions from expeditioning up the equatorial Amazon to Antarctic trekking and coming back with even more.
I have lugged things large and small, but this time there was no chance, the stuff was loaded into four plastic bags and weighed so much that the handles stretched and hummed with tension. The car was only about four hundred yards away, but if I'd tried to carry this lot I'd have needed an iron-lung or ended up in the proverbial Box. My arms would have been like those of the gibbon.
You wait here, I'll get the car