TWENTY
“I sat in my car, plotting the route to my aunt’s care home. My estimation to the young girl of approximately two hours seemed a little hopeful as I traced the various ‘A’ and ‘B’ roads I would need to follow to reach my destination. I checked the time on the dashboard, and it was a little after one o’clock, so I started the engine and set off, just as it began to rain.
“The going was fairly slow, as I had feared that it would be using so many single-lane roads, but the map offered me little alternative other than to take a massive detour to reach the nearest motorway. Several times along the way I found myself stuck behind slow-moving vehicles which took up the entire road, making it impossible to pass them until they were ready to turn off.
“At one point in the journey, I reali
