…I am doing a book called Leicestershire By Car.
It has maps and information and places of interest in and of Leicestershire.
Had a late lunch at 2.00pm.
Frank Bruno lost his fight with Tim Witherspoon for the World Heavyweight Title…
We’d arrived back from Anglesey the previous afternoon.
Our annual family holiday adhered to a template from which no deviation occurred right through my childhood: seven nights in a self-catering cottage somewhere in the UK, beginning the second Saturday in July.
I didn’t mind that it was the same every year, because I didn’t know any different.
We went to various places in the UK, but to all intents and purposes it was the same holiday over and over again, just with a change of backdrop.
We would eat the same food, wear the same clothes and watch the same television as we did back home. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
It seems the chief legacy of my seven days in Anglesey was yet another pet project. I must have been inspired by a travel guide we’d used while away.
Leicestershire By Car has long since disappeared from both existence and memory. The print run extended to one copy of probably around six pages. Sadly, it was unfinished and abandoned after a few days, in favour of the next folly to grab my attention.