It’s my last week with the good ship UCCF. It’s been a good 5 years, but last night, as I watched Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman head around the world, I realised I could have been doing something entirely different with that time. For my job I have had to drive a lot. I mean. A lot. The A27 is a road I know every twist and turn of far too well. My poor car had 35,000 miles on the clock when I started, it now has 123,000. Admittedly lots of that is due to my unhealthy obsession with the Lake District but really. Apparently there are 23,600 miles around the world. (clearly that depends on where you start and what counts as ‘around’, walking in a circle around the North or South poles doesn’t count.) But bear with me. If that is true, I could have spent my time happily driving around the world 3 or 4 times instead of doing this job. Think of the sights I would have seen.
(Lou, my housemate, pointed out that I wouldn’t have been able to encourage so many students etc if I had, but really… I could have driven round the world 4 times…)