Go East

I type this in my motel room on the outskirts of Charlotte, the penultimate stop on this long journey, with a flight up to Boston tomorrow morning. Today has seen me cover 350 miles, almost all in a generally easterly direction, and most of them sort of as I planned. I did find myself on this appropriately named road – which was rather beautiful, it has to be said…

Old Copper Road, Lake Ocoee

Let me tell you all about it…

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Tennessee Washout

Happy Thanksgiving! It’s the Fourth of July, folks. When America celebrates giving us Brits the boot and of course never looking back.

Regular readers, or those who have clicked the ‘The Overall Plan’ link above, will know that I had planned to be in Atlanta tonight. That was before I woke up this morning, not to the pitter-patter of light rain, but the relentless fusillade of very organised rain. So it comes to pass that I bring you these words from the fine city of Chattanooga, Tennessee. 

Wet Chattanooga

This is how…

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