Big Lorries

I stepped out of my front door at the end of lunchtime just as a big white lorry was trying to turn the corner from the bridge.
This is something in the nature of a spectator sport in Hay - it's not the easiest of corners to negotiate, and it isn't made any easier by the car drivers who park on the double yellow lines. I'm sure that, to most visitors to Hay, it seems like just a little road junction and it couldn't possibly matter if they just parked there for five (ten, more) minutes. In fact, it's a major route in and out of town, and is used by the Co-op lorries, coaches and buses, tractors with long trailers, Clive Price's lorries, Burgoynes marquee lorries, big horse trailers and cattle trucks...and today, a long white lorry which had a number plate marked Czechoslovakia at the front, and Austria at the back. So not a local, then.
He managed the corner successfully, and pulled up at the Clock Tower. With a piece of paper in his hand and a puzzled expression on his face he wandered into Rose's bookshop, after stopping to ask a couple of tourists who were only able to wave their town guides at him.
After a few minutes, he set off towards Brecon - it would probably have been easier for him to cross the river at Glasbury, if he'd known the area at all.