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Dream Road Trip

LucyLandRover

Hello,

if you could go on a dream road trip, what would it be? I would love to drive my classic Land Rover along Route Sixty Six and see ghost towns such as Glenrio in Texas. It is such a cultural icon of the US, the Mother road as Steinbeck called it. I did do a recent trip along our A47 on my way to Suffolk but nice as it was, hardly the same. It does not matter if you are unable to drive, use your imagination, after all, you could be a passenger/navigator on such a trip.  

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  • This is a combination of pure fantasy and wishful thinking, and I make no apologies if my vivid imagination causes me to get a little carried away. Lol

    David Tennant would pull up in front of my house in one of those luxury spacious motorhomes. After recovering from the shock (me, not him), he would sweep me off my feet (think Robert Redford in An Officer and A Gentleman) and carry me to the front passenger seat, telling me, "Strap yourself in, we're going on a road trip."

    I am speechless because I'm not really accustomed to my favourite Doctor Who turning up unexpectedly at my house with his Sonic Screwdriver. Ooh er, did I just actually say that? Because it is impossible for me to take my eyes off Mr Tennant, and I'm trying to resist the urge to start sniffing him (I'm getting high on the smell of his wonderful aftershave), I don't really register where we are heading until I spot an extremely familiar road sign, which is written in English and Welsh.

    Rather excitedly, I say to him, "We're not going to...?" Before I have managed to complete the sentence, he says, "Yup! That's exactly where we are going!" Our destination is the Gower Peninsula in Wales, which I was very familiar with as a child. The best is yet to come, as to make this trip even more memorable and special, the wonderful Mr Tennant has arranged for a private plane to take us on a flight around the coastline. We drink champagne, and he feeds me strawberries while I soak in the breathtaking view.

    Alas! I wake up and realise that it was all just an incredibly lovely dream, and that I am not actually snuggling up next to Mr Tennant in a luxury motorhome. This is a shame, as I had rather hoped our next road trip would have been to the Dorset coast.

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  • This is a combination of pure fantasy and wishful thinking, and I make no apologies if my vivid imagination causes me to get a little carried away. Lol

    David Tennant would pull up in front of my house in one of those luxury spacious motorhomes. After recovering from the shock (me, not him), he would sweep me off my feet (think Robert Redford in An Officer and A Gentleman) and carry me to the front passenger seat, telling me, "Strap yourself in, we're going on a road trip."

    I am speechless because I'm not really accustomed to my favourite Doctor Who turning up unexpectedly at my house with his Sonic Screwdriver. Ooh er, did I just actually say that? Because it is impossible for me to take my eyes off Mr Tennant, and I'm trying to resist the urge to start sniffing him (I'm getting high on the smell of his wonderful aftershave), I don't really register where we are heading until I spot an extremely familiar road sign, which is written in English and Welsh.

    Rather excitedly, I say to him, "We're not going to...?" Before I have managed to complete the sentence, he says, "Yup! That's exactly where we are going!" Our destination is the Gower Peninsula in Wales, which I was very familiar with as a child. The best is yet to come, as to make this trip even more memorable and special, the wonderful Mr Tennant has arranged for a private plane to take us on a flight around the coastline. We drink champagne, and he feeds me strawberries while I soak in the breathtaking view.

    Alas! I wake up and realise that it was all just an incredibly lovely dream, and that I am not actually snuggling up next to Mr Tennant in a luxury motorhome. This is a shame, as I had rather hoped our next road trip would have been to the Dorset coast.

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