purely on
the basis that if our roles were reversed, I could never blame him for anything
that happened. But maybe that is just wishful thinking.
Deciding I have spent enough time out here,
and that Jay may get worried if he wakes up to find me missing, I say one last
goodbye to the magnificent view and trek back to the car, feeling slightly
numb.
I reach it just in time to see Jay’s head
pop up in the window. He looks around with confusion before registering where
he is and running a hand through his wild hair, which currently looks like a
bird’s nest. I smile, happy in the knowledge that I’m not the only one who
looks a mess.
He rolls down the window as I approach.
‘Where have you been?’ he asks sleepily,
rubbing at his eyes. It’s adorable really.
‘A morning walk. I’m rating a coffee, how
about you?’
‘Sounds like a good idea,’ he mumbles.
‘Five more minutes.’ Then Jay falls back and curls up again, ready to fall back
to sleep.
I finally manage to drag Jay away from his
blanket and I take my spare clothes, changing in the toilets and layering on
the deodorant since I won’t get to shower until tonight. I splash cold water
onto my face and neck, washing my arms as far up to the elbows. I brush my
teeth and apply a layer of make-up, feeling refreshed at last and give my hair
one last once over before we go in search of coffee and breakfast.
We find a sweet little restaurant that
serves a whopping fry up and down our coffees, taking two more to go before
returning to the car.
‘Where to next?’ Jay asks again, looking a
lot more alive now that he has had his morning coffee.
I think for a moment but come up with nothing
in particular. ‘Just drive,’ I instruct. We cheerily wave goodbye to the beach,
which only has us in fits of laughter before hitting the roads. We decide to
stay away from the main roads to avoid traffic jams and just go wherever the
country roads take us.
We keep the radio on after battling over
which radio station to tune it to and I start drawing, sketching out the views
roughly before they disappear from memory. Our conversation is easy, but if we
ever do fall into silence, it’s of the comfortable variety.
I have no idea which direction we are
driving in but I hope it’s in the direction of home because all of a sudden the
car makes a jerking noise and comes to a very slow top.
‘Jay, what was that?’ I ask slowly, raising
an eyebrow.
‘Erm…’ Jay trails off, not wanting to say
the words ‘I don’t know.’
To make matters worse, it starts to rain.
Jay jumps out of the car and pops the
bonnet open. Small puffs of smoke appear. I groan and go to join him.
‘It’s just as I suspected,’ Jay announces.
‘It’s buggered.’
‘But it looks so new and unbreakable,’ I
whine, running a hand along the bonnet.
‘Our luck is just terrible,’ he mutters,
holding out his phone. Then he groans out loud too. ‘Typical, no signal. Man, I
miss London.’
I check my own mobile and sure enough, I
have zero signal bars flickering up at me.
‘Now what?’ I ask, wrapping my arms around
me and jumping up and down to keep myself warm.
‘We go in search of a mechanic? Or signal?’
Jay shrugs. I roll my eyes and trudge over to the side of the road, grinning
when a small village comes into view at the bottom of the huge hill we are on.
‘Somewhere like there?’ I suggest, pointing
to our potential saviours.
‘Looks like it, now help me push this.’
We heave, pull and push the car to the side
of the road before grabbing our coats and making a start down the hill. The
rain is getting heavier now and I can tell my hair is drenched and ruined.
‘Race you?’ Jay raises his eyebrows,
challenging me again. This time I decline.
‘Are you crazy?’ I laugh.
‘Chicken!’ he calls out, breaking into a
jog and slopping around in the muddy fields. The joke ends up on him though,
because he doesn’t watch his step and trips, falling down heavily into
the basis that if our roles were reversed, I could never blame him for anything
that happened. But maybe that is just wishful thinking.
Deciding I have spent enough time out here,
and that Jay may get worried if he wakes up to find me missing, I say one last
goodbye to the magnificent view and trek back to the car, feeling slightly
numb.
I reach it just in time to see Jay’s head
pop up in the window. He looks around with confusion before registering where
he is and running a hand through his wild hair, which currently looks like a
bird’s nest. I smile, happy in the knowledge that I’m not the only one who
looks a mess.
He rolls down the window as I approach.
‘Where have you been?’ he asks sleepily,
rubbing at his eyes. It’s adorable really.
‘A morning walk. I’m rating a coffee, how
about you?’
‘Sounds like a good idea,’ he mumbles.
‘Five more minutes.’ Then Jay falls back and curls up again, ready to fall back
to sleep.
I finally manage to drag Jay away from his
blanket and I take my spare clothes, changing in the toilets and layering on
the deodorant since I won’t get to shower until tonight. I splash cold water
onto my face and neck, washing my arms as far up to the elbows. I brush my
teeth and apply a layer of make-up, feeling refreshed at last and give my hair
one last once over before we go in search of coffee and breakfast.
We find a sweet little restaurant that
serves a whopping fry up and down our coffees, taking two more to go before
returning to the car.
‘Where to next?’ Jay asks again, looking a
lot more alive now that he has had his morning coffee.
I think for a moment but come up with nothing
in particular. ‘Just drive,’ I instruct. We cheerily wave goodbye to the beach,
which only has us in fits of laughter before hitting the roads. We decide to
stay away from the main roads to avoid traffic jams and just go wherever the
country roads take us.
We keep the radio on after battling over
which radio station to tune it to and I start drawing, sketching out the views
roughly before they disappear from memory. Our conversation is easy, but if we
ever do fall into silence, it’s of the comfortable variety.
I have no idea which direction we are
driving in but I hope it’s in the direction of home because all of a sudden the
car makes a jerking noise and comes to a very slow top.
‘Jay, what was that?’ I ask slowly, raising
an eyebrow.
‘Erm…’ Jay trails off, not wanting to say
the words ‘I don’t know.’
To make matters worse, it starts to rain.
Jay jumps out of the car and pops the
bonnet open. Small puffs of smoke appear. I groan and go to join him.
‘It’s just as I suspected,’ Jay announces.
‘It’s buggered.’
‘But it looks so new and unbreakable,’ I
whine, running a hand along the bonnet.
‘Our luck is just terrible,’ he mutters,
holding out his phone. Then he groans out loud too. ‘Typical, no signal. Man, I
miss London.’
I check my own mobile and sure enough, I
have zero signal bars flickering up at me.
‘Now what?’ I ask, wrapping my arms around
me and jumping up and down to keep myself warm.
‘We go in search of a mechanic? Or signal?’
Jay shrugs. I roll my eyes and trudge over to the side of the road, grinning
when a small village comes into view at the bottom of the huge hill we are on.
‘Somewhere like there?’ I suggest, pointing
to our potential saviours.
‘Looks like it, now help me push this.’
We heave, pull and push the car to the side
of the road before grabbing our coats and making a start down the hill. The
rain is getting heavier now and I can tell my hair is drenched and ruined.
‘Race you?’ Jay raises his eyebrows,
challenging me again. This time I decline.
‘Are you crazy?’ I laugh.
‘Chicken!’ he calls out, breaking into a
jog and slopping around in the muddy fields. The joke ends up on him though,
because he doesn’t watch his step and trips, falling down heavily into
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