In the evening, Carolyn and I went to the pictures to see The Commitments. On the way to the cinema, as I was driving through Willaston, I came to a detour. Unfortunately, somebody had nicked the detour signs, so I wasn't sure of the best way to go. Guessing incorrectly, I headed down a little country lane which gradually grew narrower and narrower until we suddenly realised that it had turned into a footpath. Next thing we knew, there were trees all around us and all sorts of humps and bumps on the path. I was a bit worried that Carolyn might think this was some sinister plot to get her down a lonely lane, but she didn't seem all that perturbed (actually, she was laughing her head off by now). There was no way I could reverse out the way I came and there was nowhere to turn round, so I kept going, hoping the path would widen. It didn't: it split in half to go round a tree right in the middle of the "road". At this point, I had to stop and carry out a rather embarrassing 87-point turn.
From a letter to Stense, 30-Oct-1991
