here is a rare sign of family togetherness on the journey. about half way in esther moved up front and i was relegated to the back with kezia. this worked much better and reduced my moanyness greatly.
once we got to cumbria the scenery started to pick up:
Whoa! You’re driving on the wrong side of the road.
not me – i’m in the back taking the picture 😉
and who’s to say whether right is right anyway ? is left any more right than right ?
i’m all for free expression. we should fight for the right (or left) to drive on which ever side of the road we like (or least dislike).
Oh well, you’re left.
no. i was sitting on the right, but i leant forward in to the middle to take the photo.
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