It’s been a lovely, productive day. Got a run in early. Drove down to Brighton. Popped to Gresham Blake. Got a nice shirt. Then I popped across to Hove to catch up with some friends and have a crafty half of Harvey’s at The Poets’.
But…
I got a shock when I saw “Old Shoreham Road” pop up on Waze and immediately knew I’d be passing that bloody retail park. I think I’ve managed to avoid it for about 15 years. There was a right old smörgåsbord of emotion going on as I drove past, I can tell you.
I know there’s nothing new or ground breaking in this post. Fixtures writ large. But I’m still amazed at the power of location and memory.
I assume most of us on here avoid it like the plague?
But…
I got a shock when I saw “Old Shoreham Road” pop up on Waze and immediately knew I’d be passing that bloody retail park. I think I’ve managed to avoid it for about 15 years. There was a right old smörgåsbord of emotion going on as I drove past, I can tell you.
I know there’s nothing new or ground breaking in this post. Fixtures writ large. But I’m still amazed at the power of location and memory.
I assume most of us on here avoid it like the plague?
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