I can’t fly. No that is not a comment about my personal feathered wing situation. Fact is I am not permitted to fly on a plane due to an ongoing health condition – yeh I know – yawn yawn. Don’t worry I wasn’t going to splurge out all that stuff – I was just telling you all about it cos I am in the process of planning a road trip with my dear Mum.
Road trip consists of
Her – passenger seat.
Me – driving seat.
Her – old crumpled map. See below.
Me – GPS
I would be lying if I said I didn’t laugh when I saw this map proving my suspicion that she is no Christopher Columbus.
Her – finely tuned destinations decided and confirmed.
Me – fly by the seat of the pants. Oh I do fly! By the seat of my pants I forgot about that.
My Dad once navigated his wee sailing boat round the coast of the north of Scotland with an AA Road Map. It didn’t end well. So I do understand why she is pushing for some definitive answers as to where we are going. She thinks I take after him. I do too.
In May we are off to Spain.
So I am reinvigorating this blog to tell the tale of a road trip with me and her.
Or as she would say “You and I, Alison! Not Me and her”. Yes the travails and travels of this middle aged daughter and my octogenarian Mum on the road.
Jack Kerouac style?
Well that remains to be seen.
