half-way

With exceptions for bad weather, most recent non-train journeys down to parentville have been started in the evening after work, as it should mean that the roads are quieter as well as the air being cooler. Although Edgar handled being stuffed in the seat for the lengthier journey down through the ice back in December we weren't sure what to expect if trying the same thing now that he's more active, even if it would only be for seven hours rather than almost ten. He'd been fed at nursery by the time we'd got back, completed packing and picked him up, and was getting slightly fractious by the time we reached Berwick, just in time to be cleansed and pyjamaed in Morrison's baby changing facilities whilst I guarded the car from thieves and observed a codger walking back to his car, lighting up and going through several drag/puff cycles before getting round to opening his window to let the smoke escape. With the psychological aid of milk he then slept as far as Durham, though the peculiar airflow in the car meant that he was incredibly sweaty when he woke up, though it was probably the unmistakeable sound of his mother walking away towards the service station which woke him up. It's doubtful that he'd recognise anything as it was covered in snow when he last briefly saw it, which might have accounted for his apparent bewilderment seeing as he should have remembered that he was in the car when he went to sleep. He went to sleep again for most of the rest of the journey, not getting to see the rare sight of the lorries which usually fill the road all being pulled-up in lays-by. He probably missed the amusing 30p toll at Dunham, through which we've gone most of the time on the way down since first passing that way (initially by mistake) back when it was only 20p but there was still someone present to collect it at half-two in the morning.