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Blogger Trish Burgess writes for the Free Press

Day Tripper came booming out of the radio as I switched it on, an hour into our Bank Holiday Monday drive. Rather apt, I thought.

Zoe Ball was counting down Radio Two’s Top 100 Greatest Guitar Riffs. As an accompaniment for our journey home, following a weekend in Newcastle, it turned out to be eerily prophetic as well as a great way to lift our flagging spirits.

The next track was (‘I Can’t Get No Satisfaction’). Mick Jagger had barely sung the opening lines when the traffic started to slow down and ominous signs on the motorway indicated delays on the A1.

Whilst The Rolling Stones at no.27 had pitched the mood perfectly, ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath at 26 was equally appropriate as it seemed to us that everyone had decided to travel at the same time.

Approaching Leeds when many revellers were probably leaving the musical festival hadn’t been a good idea.

We had only just driven past a service station when we hit gridlock. Funny that none of us needed the loo five minutes earlier but now that access to toilet facilities was some way in the distance, we all suddenly had the urge to go.

The same could be said for food. It would be a long time before we saw a Moto again so avoiding starvation was of paramount importance.

I fed crisps and a banana to Dougie, the designated driver for this stretch of the journey, until the traffic eased temporarily to the strains of Free’s ‘All Right Now’ at 21.

Getting up to speed again created its own dangers: ‘Livin’ On A Prayer’ by Bon Jovi (no.19) blasted out as we watched numerous last­ minute lane changes by impatient drivers.

Even when we were moving freely, an endless number of motorists were undertaking in the inside lane.

We even spotted an elderly female driver eating corn on the cob.

Yes, you read that correctly: a large, yellow, fiendishly difficult to eat corn on the cob.

The rain poured down, we were tired and grumpy but thankfully we reached the next set of services to ease our psychologically full bladders.

Relieved and back in the car, we remembered how years ago our son, Rory, would have punctuated the trip with endless queries of ‘Are we nearly there yet?’

The Smiths at number 6 put a wry smile on our faces with ‘How Soon is Now?’

Of course, these memories became more poignant as I realised that the next time we would take such a long car journey together would be to his university in a few weeks time.

I’m not sure how on earth I am going to cope without that ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ which I could now hear Guns N’ Roses singing at number 2. There were tears.

Once we were past Doncaster the traffic seemed to disappear.

Our road ahead was clear and all was good with the world as Zoe declared the number one guitar riff, quite fittingly, as Led Zeppelin’s ‘Whole Lotta Love’.

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