Sunday, February 22, 2004

 

When i drove back tonight along the M25 the gritters had already been out and about (might snow tomorrow apparently) leaving their signature on the motorway. With thepassage of the cars and the winds the grit was thrown up in the air like a mist that i drove through so that it rattled on the metal. Sometimes it was like a living thing as the wind made it twist and contort across the road, snaking eastwards along the M25.

It was great to be with good friends again, the best of friends. Laughing in restaurants and cafes and having birthday picnics on a cold february evening in two cars on top of a welsh hill. Yes we are eccentric. We played endless numbers of alphabet games on our road trip - e.g. going through the alphabet naming body parts, let me start you off Amygdala, Broca's area, Caudate nucleus... We also got to know the car parks of wales very well.

posted by Brianne 10:36 pm