Thursday, September 30, 2010
It would take me about 3 and a half hours to do the journey, the only problem was that although I had somewhere to live I wouldn't have any furniture till the next day. I toyed with taking a camp bed and a sleeping bag, but quickly decided not to. I would enjoy living there more if I had somewhere to sit.
Option 2 was to stay in Southampton. That would mean doing the whole trip in one day, much more sensible to break the journey. So a cursory look around my friends was needed. How far north did they live. Ah ha...I noted I did indeed have northerly friends. I surveyed them. Gareth in St Andrews. Since staying with him would mean driving a long way past the new place, and then coming back it wasn't really practical. Matthew in Castleford. Same thing smaller distance. There was no doubt about it I was a Southerner and most of my friends were in the South. So I looked again, apart from Matthew and Gareth how far North did they go?
So I decided to overnight there.
The traffic was no too bad even though it was rush hour as I made my way on to the M3. I arrived 2 hours later for a late tea, my overfull car would spend the night on the drive.
The next day I set off at 11am. Found my way to the M1 and began to make my way further north than usual.
Half way up I passed something called Market Harbour and knew I had arrived in my new Diocese. I skirted my way round Leicester passed something called the National Forest and I began to count the junctions as we got into the late teens and twenties. Finally I saw junction 22 and there I headed up into the the most Northerly town in Leicestershire.
A small market town they called Loughborough and there I was to make my new home, and there I found my new University.