In a land far beyond Perth, where snow and ice held
hilltop and mountain in frozen grip, and polar bears prowled the forests
looking for lost rally spectators, there were other tales to be divulged behind
the scenes at the Snowman Rally. There were tears and sweary words, auld gits
and auld crocks, and the Skoda jokes just refuse to go away. It could only mean
one thing, the Scottish forest rallying season had come out of hibernation.
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