So I woke up to the sound of driving rain and was instantly transported back to my childhood- long car journeys with the windscreen wipers clunking, going on holiday with my parents, usually to a rented cottage in the Lake District.
In those days, the 60s, long before the advent of seat belts, I would sit on my mother’s lap in the front seat of the Morris 1100, that was my father’s pride and joy!
The holidays brought more rain, sweeping landscapes, long walks, wet socks, midge bites and chunks of Kendal mint cake!! The occupation during the hours in the car was to twist my father’s pipe cleaners into the shape of a dog!
Weird how vivid these memories can be when you let your mind roll…
Where did you go as a child?
Did you travel by train, or car, or