Travels With My Map
Travels With My Map
This morning, as we drove across a frosty moor, a mysterious mist enveloped us but we were brave and laughed in the face of adversity. The gorse bushes white and shivering with fear and cold, envied us our warm cosy automobile.
Armed with nothing but our trusty map, (dated 1946) we conquered the roads known as 'M', arriving at our destination with only a few minor detours, and later, turning back with new found confidence, we came home to find that it was still where we left it.
Do you remember going to bed one night when Bristol was in Somerset, only to wake up next morning to find it had been moved to Avon? I have never since, trusted an address to stay where it is put.
M & M aka Mmmmmmm xx