What a weekend – - – - – - what could go wrong, did go wrong, but is`nt that the way it goes. Had an interesting weekend in Burton-on-Trent. My date was lovely and looked after me well, but Oh My God, the travelling was a nightmare. A girlfriend took me there and between us we finally managed to suss out how to work the sat-nav. Now that may be a very easy task for any of you who are techno minded, but for two ladies who are most definately not, it was a miracle we ever got there – - – but we did.
Now coming home was a different matter. All was good until we found out that we could not get onto the M6. Somehow, we ended up zooming up the M1, but hey, we were heading north so we thought, we`ll get to Manchester no problem. As we hit the Manchester turn off, my friend had not envisaged the route over the pennines was minus petrol stations, so we got to Glossop on a wing and a prayer, and fumes. We had barely enough petrol to get maybe a mile or two when what should we encounter, – - – - the procession. Now we both appreciated Rememberance Sunday, but all we could think about was that we would never make it. I even thought that I may have to get my special outfit on and thumb a lift, but we crawled up the hill and finally made it. What a relief. My boots were definately not made for walking. Certainly not over the moors anyway. What a journey, what should have taken just over an hour and a half took all morning but we did get home safely. Lessons learned, any more journeys that we go on, we`ll make sure we have fuel. Happy Motoring. !!!!!!!!!