A village doctor has written to the laboratory: his new examination machine has arrived, but nobody knows how to set it up. Pixel Marie Curie packs her tools into a small motor van, checks the map once and sets off along the country roads on a Lab Van Rush to get there before dark.
The lanes were made for horses, not motor vans. Hay carts take up half the road, cyclists wobble along, heavy wagons rumble past and flocks of sheep wander across without warning. Spare photographic plates have bounced out of a delivery cart along the way. Pick them up and reach the village before nightfall.










