Today I went to a knitting friend’s house, J lives on a 1930s estate, it is well spread out, windy roads, cul de sacs, and heavy traffic on the approaches to the estate. Not the first visit but each time I’m hopelessly lost, either going there or leaving there. Now, I can hear shouts of SatNav, yes that would be great but in town I prefer to use my much smaller car, roads around here our quite narrow, or parked cars make them narrow so a 22 year old zippy Corsa is a slimline option rather than the bulky Qashqai.
Using the iPad maps I wrote out on an A4 sheet the unfamiliar route, basics like road name and turn left, like those AA route maps my father used. Turning to my iPhone I checked maps there, put in both Post Codes, to my surprise a voice told me where to drive, stopping at a junction very near here. I had great doubts phone would continue to act as a Sat Nav once in the car, it is so basic there was never even a cigarette lighter.
Just like the days of my Morris Minor the sheet of paper was on front seat, phone open next to it, to my surprise the male voice chatted away, turn left, take second exit, all those bossy commands one expects. He was difficult to hear, with no air conditioning I had raised the roof and slightly opened the driver’s window, I need to work out how to increase the sound on my phone.
It was all worthwhile, arrived 2 minutes after 2pm, was welcomed for I had missed a few get togethers, we chatted, laughed, ate cake, drank tea and hardly mentioned knitting.
Photo shows Ian’s socks that I worked on whilst socialising, nearly reached the heel.