Chapter FourThe road is clear for the most part throughout my drive along the M25, as well as the M20. Similarly, luck was on my side in that today’s excursion came one day after my regular once a week trip to the petrol pump, meaning I didn’t need to make a stop on the way for fuel.
By the time I see the signs for the Channel Tunnel, what was previously a warm, clear day, is turning cloudy and ominous. A sign of things to come, perhaps?
The wind is picking up. The trees lining the motorway cheer me on with their swaying branches. The sun has disappeared behind a big, grey cloud.
I wonder what Maggie must be doing now. I’ll have to make things up to her later, whenever she’s calmed down.
And Liam… I’ve had nothing better to do for the past hour or so than to think about everything that
