Travel Sick

One thing that I remember vividy about returning from Hawick was being travel sick.

My dad, for a reason only know to himself, would rather I sit in the back without a seatbelt in those days rather that sit in the empty front seat with a seatbelt on.

I have no doubt in my mind that he thought this was safer in some weird and twisted way, but stil it makes you wonder. Seatbelt or no seatblet, hmm let me see.

I remember sitting in the back of his car, and having to have him stop at laybys ever 20 miles or so. He would always get out the car with me and walk up and down rubbing my back.

I hated the thought of my mother consoling me, dad was always the man to be sick with.