Driving On

Well, I’m back in the land of the living. Just.

Yesterday’s journey was fine – again, the two hundred and fifty miles (ish) went by smoothly, and it took me five hours door to door, including a half-hour break at some godforsaken services near Leicester.

Yes, I know, all service stations are godforsaken. It’s just that some are more forsaken than others – and the ones on the M1 are high on that list. Along with Knutsford (or is it Sandbach?) on the M6. That one just screams out for a small accident involving a juggernaut, the building, and no brakes whatsoever.

But yes, all things considered the journey went well, and my driving confidence has increased a huge amount. Now we just wait to see if there were any speed cameras I didn’t spot… *Grin*