Driving around in Birmingham has made me realise how little time I spend driving around in big cities.
To drive for half an hour seeing nothing but built up areas starts to make me feel claustrophobic. To add to the effect, the driving today was all accompanied by a steady stream of persistent drizzle of the kind that Britain excels in.
The interesting side to the driving was that I was receiving directions at all times, so therefore did not need to engage my brain at any point. At first it was relaxing, but gradually I began to get a little annoyed that I had absolutely no idea where I was going, where I had been or even what side of Birmingham I was on.
I suppose for me ignorance is not bliss. I found myself wanting to trace the path on a map and gain some sort of overview of our journeyings - but as I had no idea about many of the places, even that would have proved somewhat problematic, or involved asking the kind of questions which quickly try the patience of those being asked.
So I have surreally been guided down, and maybe up the backstreets of Brum for a couple of days. I have learned surprisingly little and eaten practically nothing.
Has it been fun?
Yes. Yes it has.
No, really.
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