Yes, that's rain on the driver-side window. But only just because we're in the Black Country (the heavily industrialised region of the West Midlands) We're en route to Ambleside, making a(nother) pitstop as I've fallen into a vicious cycle of coffee-loo-coffee-water-loo.I'm the navigator, since I'm the passenger; but Dan put his serious face on to peg where we are and where we're going. Thankfully in this case, we have a map, and aren't relying on his vague scribblins on a piece of paper to figure where we're going, like our cycle to Brighton a few weeks back.
Indeed, so far the drive has been stress free, apart from a few traffic jams, and the usual London traffic (2 hours to get out of the city!). Thankfully, we were well stocked for a long journey after yesterday's shop and appeased our restlessness with wine gums, not to mention Dan's inexhaustive iPod playlist (although he did let me play a bit of my limited selection).
280 miles in 7.5 hours. At least the sun was out. And we made it in time for the football.
