With a full battery I left home on Wednesday and drove to Ayr. On Thursday I topped up at Arnold Clark’s and yesterday (Friday) set off to take a friend to Aberdeen Airport. Things went a bit pear shaped as we neared Glasgow on the A77. A bus had been rear ended and when we eventually got close to the scene of the accident, found it slewed across our carriageway partially blocking it and causing almost an hour of a tailback for us.
After plodding on we stopped at Broxden near Perth for a splash ‘n dash only to be thwarted by either a recalcitrant Tesla charger or a very awkward Tesla app /on archev’s phone. Anyway between them they wouldn’t fill Berlingo’s battery. I moved to a CPS unit in the next lane and managed to coax some miles from it eventually.
Next stop was Church Street, Brechin where the CPS charger just stared at us with its blank countenance and proffered no Wattage whatsoever from its limp copper arm. The coffee in the nearby Auld Bakehouse cafe was as good as ever.
We finally arrived and parked up at the Airport an hour before
The flight to Norway and with precisely nine miles predicted range remaining.
I did as a gent should and carried the ladies bags to the scales at the check in then tried to retrieve Berlingo from the car park. Having tried three times I hit the panic / assistance button and asked the voice why I couldn’t pay and get my beloved Citroen back. He asked what the reg number was and asserted there had been no 24 reg cars spied by the NPR cameras that whole day - was I sure I had the correct number? Could it be a 74 reg ? Quick as a sloth I saw where the problem lay, typed in the proper number and was allowed to collect my vehicle on the minimum £7.00 parking charge even though I was well over the minimum parking time. I suppose I gave him a chuckle at the old dodderer not remembering his car details
Next problem- find some power for my onward journey. A car park with CPS units just round the corner had 2.1 metre limiting bars over the entrance and my roof box carrying my tent etc is 2.15 from tarmac level so I carried on with my search.
I found some Tesla chargers but couldn’t convince them to increase my level Wattever. I’m sure my Tesla app on my phone is suspect- I’ll check later.
By the time Berlingo was screaming low low battery at me I turned in to Arnold Clark’s chargers at 4 miles to go. Hooked up and charging away my thoughts turned to stomach (and bladder). Straight over the road shon a big yellow M and all was good. The double fish burger was grand.
Leaving with my freshly stuffed battery I drove with a happy light heart sure I was homeward bound. Diverting through Dundee because of roadworks on the Kingsway caused no pain. Only when crossing the river Tay at Perth and winding up through Glenfarg I glanced at the GOM and it hit me. The electricity was leaving my battery store faster than I was anticipating. I might not reach my home. I may be stranded on the middle span of the Queen’s crossing bridge o’er the wonderful river Forth.
Hang on, my passenger, who by then had landed in Stavanger, had switched on the heater and it was still working away. I was also by then using the lights and hadn’t added that to my rudimentary calculations

. Heater off but lights still needed, I knocked a few mph off the urgency of the home run and eventually crept in at about four miles left -again !
I plugged in, had a coffee and went to bed worn out after a long day. I dreamed a dream of diesel Berlingo’s of times long ago but grand though they were I couldn’t go back - why ? Well didn’t one of them, fine though it was, run out of fuel and left me bereft of get home power. That had necessitated a fair ol’ walk to a farm and me reduced to begging for some diesel/ red diesel/ cooking oil - anything to get home

Electric Berlingo pulled through against all adversity (mostly self inflicted) and brought me home safe and sound.