My job, as close friends know, involves a rather large amount of travelling. I clock up over 20,000 miles a year in my poor car, and that’s not including the very regular flights to Scotland, Germany, Switzerland and Ireland. Many of my colleagues do double that. It’s great at my age to be able to see the sights and explore the places I go to – the only downfall is that it’s usually on my own, which makes social events kinda out of the question.
By the end of this week, I’ll have taken in Swindon, Camberley, Southampton, Northampton and Skipton in five days. Last night, the news of torrential rain and floods greeted my evening meal, and the locations – Leeds, Rotherham, Sheffield, most of the Midlands – were unfortunate. They were all the locations I’d be travelling through on my next trip to Skipton in Yorkshire. Visions of my car floating down the M1 filled my mind, and as I set off for the trip I prepared myself for a long and arduous journey. Friends and a fiancÃ©e phoned and wished me luck. I headed unto the breach.
As it happened, despite the increasing images of rivers of water and mounting water-based deaths I barely saw any floods. There were a couple of fields looking a little damp, but it seems that if you’re on a normal motorway journey you’re as safe as houses. However, I can hear the patter of rain on my hotel window – who knows what tomorrow will bring?