So I Left Home

Now then. In Yorkshire that means hello. A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post called Are any of us where we set out to be?’   I ended it by saying I had left home at eighteen and gone travelling but that it was another story. Today I thought why not? When I was ten we left the farm (Boo) and moved to Bradford (bigger boo)

By the time I was seventeen Dad was dead, Mum was spending as much time as possible at sisters and I was drunk most nights. At seventeen I had got very wet one night on a motorbike so I decided to save up, buy a Landrover, and travel the world, it seemed a dryer option. Sadly I became impatient and bought an old Austin 1800 from a guy down a back street who told me I couldn’t test drive it because it wasn’t taxed.

I was seventeen, I gave him the full asking price and drove off. After five miles I discovered it jumped out of third gear, overheated and you had to grip the steering wheel like Hercules to prevent it careering into the sidewalk (put that in for my American friends, we call it the pavement) When me and the smokin monster pitched and plunged our way back to the point of sale, he was gone and he hadn’t given me his mobile number. Possibly because it was 1975 and the cell phone was 15-20 years away. I was not daunted, I was seventeen, I could do anything, it was a challenge. I was going to repair it, supe it up and make a profit or even race it 🙂 Several months later I sold it for scrap and the world trip was postponed. I took my extensive savings of £70 and set sail for Jersey in the Channel Islands. The local bin man had worked there for a season and recommended it. OK I know this hasn’t gone well so far, but he appeared knowledgeable.

All my friends said I would be back in week that was forty two years ago. I wonder if they are still in the same pub that I left them in 🙂  So I landed in Jersey and………

To be continued (you don’t really want it all in one go, you’ll be sick 🙂

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18 Responses to So I Left Home

  1. Brilliant Pal, 1800, we used to call it a ‘Fat Mini’ same crappy colour and in the same class as the ‘Maxi’ & ‘Allegro,’ shite !

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  3. N says:

    That’s a great story, I like the subtle touch of humor in describing chaotic times, you almost made it sound fun! Waiting for the next part. 🙂

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  4. englepip says:

    Lovely humorous approach to life.

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  5. Carolyn Page says:

    c’est la vie ~ it’s the only way to travel, Charlie!
    Luv the story so far, and looking forward to see if the way gets clearer, murkier, or indeed, more challenging. Naturally, there’s always room for ‘more’, of everything… 😉 😉

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  6. Cars like that. We’ve all bought them.

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  7. Looking forward to part two…nice post, Charlie.

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  8. Red Letters says:

    Now then….. lol. Love this, especially all your pics! Ah the good old days, although I can’t possibly remember as I’m far too young. 😂 Looking forward to reading more, Hayley

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  9. Absolutely love it. Aaaand the pictures!!! Great writing !!!!

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