Heading south on Thursday, driving south in the darkness, south through the night.
Cheshire, Staffordshire, Worcestershire, Gloucestershire.
Somerset, Devon, Cornwall.
Stockport, Stoke-on-Trent, Stafford, Birmingham.
Time for a break, Frankley services? Or hold on 'til Strensham?
Worcester, Gloucester, Bristol, Taunton.
Midnight long gone, Friday, it's Friday now.
Exeter, Okehampton, Launceston, Bodmin.
Following the white lines and the red lights of the trucks in front,
Shading eyes from the glare of the headlights behind.
A34, M56, M6, Spaghetti Junction.
M5, A30, Jamaica Inn on top of the moors.
Temple turn-off, always intriguing, never investigated, what temple, what ancient god?
Three hundred miles, soon be there. A391, Lockengate, Bugle, and climb the hill.
Is it morning, is it breakfast time? Turn off the engine.
Key in the door, into the kitchen, cereal and cranberry juice, bacon and coffee.
And sleep...
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drive safely lovely and have a blast 
