The van is a strange beast. When sitting in the cab round the front, one gets the impression that it's massive and that all those driving alongside you are inferior. You start to believe that you are a trucker with tatooes and muscles. You believe that you are part of that elite group of burly, bearded men. You know, the ones that stare down at you as you drive past in your tiny car, the ones you were always scared of pulling faces at when you were younger. However, it's only when you reach your destination and get out that you realise how small it really is. Compared to the huge brutes that you see on the motorways, that is. For the size that it is we are able to get a remarkable amount of stuff in it- the entire set as it turns out including costumes, props, the majority of Alastair's mobile and ever growing home and Trish's yoga mat. It is a feat in itself. It'd be nice if it was a touch more comfortable and had a little more selection on the radio (HEART FM grates on the mind) but you can't have everything.
After the get out in Buxton last night we had a rather hairy drive back to Nottingham where Zac lives. Meg forced herself to sleep in the hope that if unconscious, she wouldn't have to witness what can only be described as 'the swaying' of the truck as we tackled the many twists and turns of peak district roads... in the dark. And mist. It reminded me of when I went on a sailing holiday once and feared capsizing on a rough sea. Except this time we didn't have a weighty hull to stop it actually happening. But we got to Zac's in one piece and as I write this I am sitting at home, with the sun pouring through my window. Spring is upon us and it feels nice.
It also means that we are fast approaching the final leg of the tour. This last couple of weeks has been tiring for all with lots of one day-ers and hardly any time to stop and catch our breath. It is at this point that we all begin to look to the end but as Alastair rightly pointed out to us all last night, this is when we must up the energy and build up to a fantastic finale in Glasgow- it would be a shame if we fizzled out into tired nothingness. Something tells me that won't happen but it's worth being aware of it.
I hope to upload a video or two soon. For the next couple of days I'll be mostly doing that and sleeping.
Splendid work Hubert. We made it! Through the toughest bit now bring on the ride to the end :) Enjoy your privacy for the next two days.. Much as i have enjoyed waking up with your face on my pillow or your foot on my side of the bed, i will try to find some lovely roomy digs for Durham. Meg xx
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