It was
like a mad-hatters ride, driving to Woburn in the dark! Geez, cars and trucks
coming straight at us — the 2-lane road is winding, we’re hugging the left
side of the narrow pavement, it’s dark, and it appears that we’re going to be
smashed in a head-on collision at any moment! And, the rental car is a bit
dicey, the low beams illuminate 10 feet ahead of us, if that. Den’s gripping the wheel,
I’m trying to find where we are on the map, round-about confusion — it’s at 3
o’clock, no make that 9 o’clock (our trusty clock system of exiting roundabouts
fails us!).
Much to our surprise, we made it to Woburn to visit Neal
Erickson and meet Shannon (a PA from Kansas, no less) and her English fiance,
Adam. We saw a few of the fireworks, but alas, by the time we made it to the
village green, there was little of Guy Fawkes left in the bon fire, but we got
the picture. (And, to us, it was of a car bursting into flames, hit head-on by
one of the many semi-trucks that barrel at alarming speeds down these narrow
English roads!) We did have a lovely evening, despite the heart palpitations.