Journey

It's tempting to start a new theme of post titles where I have a band as the title, but I'm not sure how long I'd be able to keep it up. Anyway, today's is an obvious reference because we took a trip up to Dad and Gill's for Christmas.

While we had the luxury of driving as opposed to relying on trains, we were also battling many other rival travellers on the road, spending a little over 90 minutes moving between different parking spaces on the M25. From there we progressed at a decent pace until we hit Birmingham, where it once more slowed down as we hit the M42 and then the M6. At this point we came off and stopped and a had a bit of a break, and a long discussion as to who would drive the rest of the way (neither of us really minded if the other did, so it ended up being Chrissi who finished the drive and I stayed as navigator).

The rest of the trip went mostly without incident until we came into Chester - and missed our turning which was never signposted. We had gone somewhat through Chester and were only signposted towards North Wales. It was only when I happened to recognise a shop that we realised where we'd ended up - and after hastily directing Chrissi to the opposite side of the roundabout she'd planned to head to, we were quickly on the right track. The route we took was actually easier than what we were directed through, as we came out to the same place without any actual directions that took us round several other roads!

It seems that I'm going to be handling the drive back at the end of the week, though, as Chrissi took the opening leg. For some reason while driving so far hasn't bothered me, I feel more pressurised knowing there's someone else in the car too!