… has one day’s blog started with a full account of what happened the next morning?
It’s not a very usual occurrence, I know, but it does happen to me now and again – usually because I don’t keep “normal” hours like everyone else. Years of working nights driving taxis and coaches means that I’m more “nocturnal” than “diurnal”.
My days usually finish when I go to bed, no matter what time that might be. And when there have been days when I haven’t gone to bed at all – which also happens very occasionally, I find a convenient break-point.
And so I hit the road tomorrow at 00:30 with still a long way to go before the day is ended.
Today though, I had a very desultory, leisurely day. Taking it easy due to the long night which I knew that I was going to have.
And my heart wasn’t really in the packing and I didn’t really do as much as I should. As a result, I set off on probably the most ill-prepared voyage that I have ever made. And I have made a few of those in my life as well, as you can probably imagine.
The road to Le Havre took me on a merry, mazy way via Bourges, Orleans and Chartres.
Parts of the road were really quick and I was able to make quite good time, whereas others were … err … not so quick, especially when it came to navigating my way through the cities with the endless strings of traffic lights.
Finally I found a service area about 20 or so miles beyond Chartres and that’s where I went to sleep.
And it was freezing as well – frost and ice everywhere – but I’m not that easily defeated.
A few years ago I stripped an old Volvo saloon and that had heated seat pads in it. And so I wired one of them up to one of these 12-volt powerpacks, and you’ve no idea how warm my feet were in bed.
That is – until the powerpack’s battery went flat.
