Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Only Way To Travel?
I had an excellent cold lunch today at my daughter's house in Bristol, washed down with some very nice wine. After saying fond farewells to my daughter , my son-in-law, and my lovely granddaughters we took the M4 eastwards. As we approached Chippenham I felt my eyelids drooping, so I allowed sleep to overcome me. My wife was driving of course, and I woke up at the Junction 8/9 exit. What a way to travel!