North to Maynard is a tale of an urban spirit in this modern world of mobile technology.
Libby and Simon are travelling North, to Maynard, when a glitch with the Sat-Nav sets off a strange string of events which exposes something that could happen to any one of us, at any time.
Join Libby and Simon on their journey North and witness the happenings... but are they for good or for evil?
NORTH TO MAYNARD; THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER…
I was relaxing, almost dozing-off, listening to the mellow melody of the Eagles ‘Hotel California’ when the Sat-Nav burst into life.
‘Turn right in two hundred yards.’
I am glad I was not driving because I jumped in shock as the woman’s metallic voice blasted out unexpectedly. I think I would have crashed the car had I been behind the wheel.
Libby laughed at my reaction. At least she was concentrating on the road.
I shuffled upright in my seat and, realising I had been drifting to sleep, asked, "How long have I been snoozing?"
"About twenty miles," answered Libby.
"I need a pee and a coffee," I said.
Why is it whenever I wake up, whether from sleeping all night or just a cat nap, I always need to pee?
"Yeah, I need a break too. We’ll stop at the next place which serves hot coffee. You can drive from there." Libby spoke as she wound down her window.
‘At the crossroads stay on the A265’
I looked at Libby. I was always amazed at her natural beauty.The wind coming through the open window blew her straw blond hair across her pale skin, which was speckled with tiny freckles, the sunlight highlighting the bright blue of her eyes.I was as impressed as ever.
A small roadside café appeared as we crested the hill. "Let’s stop here," I said, more interested in relieving my bursting bladder than whether they served coffee.
"I hope they are open," said Libby, "I need the loo too."
She glanced at me, a broad white smile. I was in love. The same love I had been in for the last seven years.
I ordered the coffee while Libby took herself off to the powder room.
I also ordered bacon and eggs for both of us. We had a few hundred miles to go and the forecast was for some heavy storms as we drove further north.
If there were any problems or hold-ups on our journey I did not want us to suffer from hunger pangs as well as tension, in fact, I wanted to be ready for whatever might lay ahead and to me, in my book, it meant being well fed and watered.
I suppose I hold that viewpoint from the years I spent in the military. They drum it into you, about eating well. It is where the old adage, 'an army marches on its stomach," derives.
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