Chapter 17: You Can't Kill Me
Occasionally on my roadtrips, if I’d found myself somewhere particularly iconic or scenic at an ungodly hour of the morning, I’d put one of my selfies up on Facebook and invite my Friends List to guess where I was. This amused one of my mates, and down the pub one evening she asked me when I was going to post the next one. I was noncommittal, knowing that I had a trigspedition planned for the very next day, and less than twelve hours later I duly obliged with a selfie on the verdant bank of a large river which reflected the early morning November sun in its waters, and I invited my Facebook friends to play “Where’s The Wally?”. I made sure to include a particularly famous bridge in the background, which if spotted, would give away my location beside the mighty River Severn. The pillar itself - S3282 (apparently) Caldicot Moor - did not appear in my selfie because it’s been embedded in the coastal defences and is buried literally to within an inch. If you we...