Looking at the calendar, it’s now been three months since I last drove a car. And frankly, I’m nearly ready to crack.
This weekend was terrible. No horse riding, for a start. Then having decided to go shopping on Sunday, I discovered about ten minutes before I set off that there are no bus services in my area on a Sunday. How is this possible? Now, if I was living in the village where I used to live, zero transport links wouldn’t have been a surprise. Just a price to pay for having deer grazing in your front garden. But I live in an urban environment, with houses in every direction.
So, a choice. Expensive taxi or a long walk (there and back)? As I was feeling fairly bloody minded about the Council’s desire to keep me penned in my home, I decided to walk. Going was OK, but coming back, with two whacking great bags of shopping in the blooming shopping trolley made me realise why I love my car so much. It’s not just about comfort and convenience, but time. In a car the whole thing would have been done in an hour. Instead, I ended up on a marathon three hour trip which left me with a strong desire to lie on the sofa for the rest of the day.
Here’s to the car and the day when I can reclaim the road.