Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one. In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”
About 2002 when I first started driving, my friend Shaggy (so called due to his then scruffy appearance and stubble making him resemble the Scooby Doo character, not the other reason) and I would randomly select somewhere to go from looking at the map. Normally it’d be somewhere in Wales as it is relatively near, we load up the old Citreon and off we’d go. I think one of our first destinations was Sir Rodney’s Piller, purely because we’d been watching Fools and Horses, but due to navigation errors we ended up at Lake Vrwny and found it highly amusing there was a Totem pole there. On the way back I remember we listened to the BBC Jazz Awards and much to my amusement Shaggy would open the window every now and again and imitate the high note of one of the singers. It was the year George Shearing won the lifetime achievement award and Gilad Atzmon and the Orient House Ensemble won the best album award for Exile.
Another time was just after new year and we decided to go to the Derbyshire Town on the Torrs of New Mills in the High Peak area. Its a nice little town and plenty of walking options, which is what we were aiming for. We set off later as Shaggy had clearly had the best part of a tidy few the night before and an emergency stop at a service station was required for er escape reasons….
It was a good day out although I feel I may have bored Shaggy with my reading of the Geology history of the area. Amusingly there is a river called the Gyot there; Gyot being an insult in the sitcom Red Dwarf. We had a good afternoon walking and rounded off with a game of pool and a drink (I had bitter lemon) in the local pub.
Ah those were the days….