Think back on your most memorable road trip.

Road trips!

So many I could make a movie. But what would the story be?

The days of youth and adventure; west coasting the States in a battered old cadillac. Terrific times,  cruise-controlling through the incomparable vast landscapes of the US, with a soundtrack of country music and a dreadful diet of Taco Bells and other drive through junk!

Or the days of parental bonding, touring the prospective universities of the UK  with each of my offspring. Chatting nonsense and building memories of; highest motorways, ‘Felix and Arbuthnot’ and other in-jokes that last to this day

And let’s not forget the rescue missions, battling traffic or weather or panic … for small geckos, for concussed kids, for stranded mountaineers.

Then to sadder car rides. The solo journeys up and down the UK motorways to see my dad just a few more times…. Long, lonely trips but also  strangely peaceful.  The early morning M5, empty and calm and, for those weeks at least, living in a bubble where priorities were simpler, clearer and truer.

Or will it be that road trip I wasn’t on…puzzling over strange receipts, piecing my husband’s movements home from a ‘conference’ …and realising my marriage was over.

It seens that sometimes the journeys you don’t even make cause the biggest of juggernauts to crash through your world….