Today I drove a friend from Peterborough to Swaffham to look at a car (it being the fens its as good a thing as any to drive and look at). I enjoy driving….I also enjoy being a passenger. I like having a private bubble to travel in – with whom I please, with the music I want and the car full of everything i might need (except in most cases the bloody atlas…which turned up eventually on the back seat under the stuff i didn’t need).
Swaffham’s main claim to fame (now i’m home and googling to see if its quite as much of a one marsh-wiggle town as it looked) seems to be it has the only Russian restaurant in Norfolk… maybe one day I’ll go back.
On the way home driving the (now two) cars in convoy which felt safer skirting the edges of Kings Lynn…we stopped mid fen and stood amidst the brassicas…. admired the green dyke water…. and surveyed the wide open skies and decided the fens really are a shit hole.
But it did raise the thought, one i’ve had before, of a road trip. I’d like to do route66…well…when I say ‘route’66 I mean the A66 …. its shorter…. less Americans and the beer and pies would be better. It runs from Middlesborough to Workington; a stonking approximate 111 miles.
BBC Cumbria says and I quote “Anyone who drives the A66 knows that it can be a very ‘slow’ road”, so its obviously a road to be savoured… anyone wanting a preview of such a trip can find a link here. (the link may or maybe not work…I for one wasn’t going to spoil my anticipation of the event.
I doubt it’ll ever take over as my favourite road… which happens to be the A6. I wouldn’t ever want to travel the length of the A6 as
a)it would spoil a beautiful relationship I have with that road. I remember one night over twenty years ago slumped with my head in a sink at Lancaster University drunkenly telling people ‘that’s the A6 out there… I fuckin love that road”
I don’t think they understood.
b) I’d get lost…its actually a bugger of a road to stick with.