something to let you know the near-silent motor is actually running. (Plus, it’s composed by Oscar-winning film score Hans Zimmer, blasting my EV-smugness to interstellar levels).
That said, the first thing I do on arrival is not go to the pool, but ask for access to the plug sockets. Having driven up the M25 for 40 minutes, I need to top up the charge.
I probably don’t have to, really; this is ‘range anxiety’ kicking in, and the car promises 282 miles on full charge. Round the back of the hotel I find the two charge points.
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