Herself is [very] slowly on the mend.
There is one hell of a lot of physiotherapy to go yet but there is possibly a glimmer of a light on the horizon.
We got talking about goals the other night. She agreed that we should have a goal to aim for and we decided that a potential holiday in France would be a great target. Maybe not this year, but next.
I suddenly had a vivid memory of our first trip to France. It was back in 1982 and we had a three year old child and a battered old Ford Fiesta. It was going to be an adventure, especially as I had never driven outside Ireland before.
The first thing I did was to get a series of Michelin maps. I got one of all of France and then a couple of large scale ones of the area we were heading for. I had decided that if I were to learn to drive on the other side of the road I had better make the journey a long one, so our destination was south of Biarritz, just short of the Spanish border. I was soon to learn that a few inches on a map can translate into a fucking hell of a lot of miles.
I love maps and spent God knows how many hours poring over them, imagining the trip ahead. There was magic in the place names and in working out the best route.
The day finally arrived and off we went in the Fiesta which was packed to the roof with stuff. There was just a small child shaped cave in the back seat to accommodate Daughter, Driving on the other side of the road was no bother at all. However finding our way was a little more complex and there were very frequent stops while I tried to work out where the fuck we were. Naturally we got hopelessly lost a few times. The map of France became somewhat battered and wind blown.
We have been to France several times since and for most of those trips I relied on the SatNav. Naturally it tried to send me down cattle tracks, off cliffs and had a remarkable tendency to send me the wrong way down one way streets, but we never got lost, even in the most complex of situations.
SatNavs are great for navigation but they lack the magic of maps.