A long but pleasant drive up to Calais, a flattish sea, and then the route back to Oxfordshire to have a stopover with family, interspersed with what I can only describe as the horrendous ‘continual parking’ of the M25. Admittedly a Friday afternoon must be the least advisable time to be using the road. It caused me to consume a whole bag of chocolate eclairs, and at one particular stage had to control a very strong claustophobic urge to have a major meltdown and refuse to put up with it any longer. I can laugh now that I’m out of it.
But the traffic eventually flowed past Heathrow, the M4 exit and onto the M40, and I went mad and pushed the speed to 70mph! After the many hours in the driving seat, I decided it was safer to come back down to my cruise controlling 58.
As we came through that significant cut in the hills, looking out on the Berkshire plains? the sun was shining, the traffic on the road had significantly thinned, fantastic sing-along tracks were provided by R2, and the freedom of the road resumed. Now just the drive back up to North Yorkshire.
Blue has done me proud – what a fantastic home from home. Map of my journey to hopefully be added.