Sunny day bluesby Edward Docx / July 18, 2012 / Leave a comment
Published in August 2012 issue of Prospect Magazine
Sunshine: not to be missed
I was powering along the French autoroute in my truly awful car wishing I had gone into mining precious metals or something when my travelling companion piped up from the passenger seat: “Why are you driving so fast?”
It was a good question. We were heading to a small town called Beaune. There was no rush. We weren’t late. We hadn’t even booked anywhere to stay. Nobody was expecting us. The world was even more indifferent to our progress than usual.
“I don’t know,” I replied, backing off a little.
“At least it’s not raining anymore.”
“That’s it,” I said, turning to her. “That’s it.”
“What’s what?” she frowned. “Keep your eyes on the road, you idiot.”
Now, as everybody knows, one of the main reasons to go on holiday is to facilitate just such road-to-Damascus experiences. Indeed, it’s not really a holiday until you have had one. And I knew immediately that this was mine. I had suddenly understood the very quiddity of Britishness. The truth revealed itself in a shaft of Burgundian light: I was driving too fast because… the sun was shining.