We’re on a road to nowhere…..

This memory is short I’m afraid, maybe I’ve blocked it out or maybe I have merged all sorts of stuff together and it’s now a blur but this is what I can remember. A granny and a duck don’t mix, well I didn’t know that! She was not happy about the duck, she had made it clear when we arrived at her flat, I didn’t know this at the time, but she went on about it the whole 5 hour journey to Devon. “I said it was a smelly thing and it keeps shitting all the time, keep it away from me” this was difficult as we were in a camper van on our way down the A303. On and on about it (the duck) and me, my little sister and how unhappy she was. We had to stop every 50 miles so she could stretch her legs and “get away from the smell”, of the duck, or was it me she meant? Anyway my father was beginning to show his true colours, he would be calm and pleasant then when it wasn’t going his way, I think that was when he reverted to the child in front of his mother, and he would shout and swear too! Lovely I thought the idyll is fast approaching. 5 hours in a vehicle is like torture to a 9 and a half year old, when is it going to end, well it finally did, and we had arrived in Devon, now I know I am revealing the shit that has happened to me but one thing is true Devon is a beautiful place and I have a place in my heart for it still, rolling hills, amazing coastline, fresh air and sky forever, perfect, but when you arrive in a strangers house you don’t feel any of that.