Hempstead

The rough ground Inlay upon was a mixed blessing in that its was uncomfortable enough to keep me alert to creepy passers by. Disturbed I had not put up my.tent that night as I did not be wanting to stay in the area beyond sunrise. Walking back to the motorway I came across this ugly repressive art on Hemel Hempstead roundabout is absolutely horrid.

My first lift was from an sleepy Asian man who had just finished a night shift. He dropped me at junction 9 of the M1. I waited here for over an hour until a man from highways agency came and gave me a lift to Toddington Services. Next lift came from a polish man, he took me to Newport Pagnell services. Another lift came from a half Italian man who drove me to Wethby services.The entire area was crammed packed with revellers from Leeds festival. The next lift came from a white guy named Martin, he took me to Scotch Corner.

“Martin was a cool guy, he gave me beer and cigarettes, offered food and said he was glad of my company. We stopped off at a rest area and “chased the dragon” together; something I had not done since I was 18 years old and will not be doing again for a long while.”

Here I was picked up and given a lift over the length of the A66, north long the M6 and into Southwaite services. Across the Scottish border I was given a lift from a female driver who went out her way to drop me at my friends flat in Ayr.