License to cruise..

Every weekend we commuted straight from work to go and drive her further down towards London. It was clear we had so much to learn.  How could it be this easy for buttheads like us to acquire a 'License to cruise' with no experience whatsoever. We could capsize someones home, split a fibre  glass hull in half or endager wildlife but apparently you don't need to pass any test. There were several near crashes and we got stuck in shallow waters and reeds too may times however thankfully nothing fatal. The countryside from northampton to the Grand Union is stunning and the highlight was definitely going through the 'Blissworth tunnel', 45 minutes of total eery darkness with only the faint headlamp to light the way. When you come out of the other side it's like emerging from the ebony womb of satan and into the fluffy radiant fields of heaven. Our sallow skin has never felt so refreshed and our lungs can't gulp down the fresh unpolluted air fast enough. We could get used to this rural way of living but it so happens were making a b line for that urban jungle we are shackled to for the time being.