This was an unusual view for the Gorse Fox. As a rule, when out, GF tends to do the driving. For the journey down to Devon, however, we split the task.
GF made the most of this by fidgeting, stretching, turning round to look in the back and generally looking at things he would never see, as the driver.
The journey went smoothly, though was lengthened considerably by hordes of people trying to block the road with caravans and motorhomes. GF is sure that a law allowing the use of explosive projectiles or rocket propelled greades would do a lot for reducing congestion.
A break for some sustaining victuals added to the journey, but we eventually arrived at a small Travelodge near Okehampton, and made ourselves comfortable.
[File under: Motoring]
Post a Comment