For my first post I want to reminisce and regale you with a story about my travels in the south of England. I am native to Hampshire which is fairly south central, and I like to think I know the south fairly well.
I have however lived in West Yorkshire for the past twenty years, and maybe this accounts for my jaded view of the south. I’ll tell you now, when I went back down there for a road trip on my week off from work, I barely recognised the place. It had changed so much. Or maybe it was just me that had changed. Either way something was different.
I started by going back to my home town in Hampshire, which is called Andover. It was great seeing my old family and friends. I literally hadn’t seen some of them since I’d left twenty years ago. I was only there for a few nights, but I did manage to squeeze in a visit to my old local, which was such a good idea. Seeing many familiar faces, that I thought I’d never see again did bring some joy to my heart.
The morning after that incredibly fun experience I was on my trip down to the south west. The plan was to head to falmouth as quickly as I could, so i could spend the remaining four and a bit days of my holiday there. The forecast was sunny, and I was travelling during the day on a weekday so in all honesty I expected to get there fairly quickly. I couldn’t have been more wrong!
Unexpectedly a huge thunder storm started about an hour and a half into my trip. It slowed me right down and caused a hell of a lot of traffic on the road. I was stuck in traffic for an incredibly long time – nearly four hours! and before I knew it, it was 5 pm and I still hadn’t even reached dorset yet. On a bit of a whim, I decided I’d drive to Bristol. I was fairly close and I had a good friend there I knew he would be comfortable with me dropping in quickly. I should have called him in the car rather than waiting until I got there, because when I did, he didn’t pick up his phone.
I had to quickly find somewhere to stay. I was basically looking for a really lovely room to rent in bristol for the night. Luckily I found just the place after a short while of searching and I was saved. I headed on down to Falmouth the next day and resumed my trip away, somewhat annoyed I used up the best part of a day getting there!