My little petrol guzzling car,
We’ve done 34,000 miles together. Remember the first 10 miles? My dad was in the passenger seat, clutching on for dear life, as I learnt to drive you. I remember that time well, we were followed by a large lorry and I was whizzing around roundabouts, praying that the lorry would indicate off. There was also that time the wind was so strong, the L plates flew off. Every Monday night you came with me to a photography group that my dad and I went to, and every week I got a bit more confident on those windy country roads.