Hitchhiking Days

I've suddenly remembered how many hitching journeys I made. The Snake Inn to Glossop with Fleur was the first, in maybe 1957. Walkden to the Lakes and back with Martin the same year. Leeds to Birmingham and back to visit Jeff, alone, 1959. Hamilton to Edinburgh and back with Fleur the same year. In 1960 Paris to Menton via Marseille, alone. Tende to Milan via Turin on the same journey, then Basle to Kehl am Rhein. Did I go alone from Walkden to Hamilton in 1961? I seem to remember a rather dismal bus ride to pick up the A6 at Walkden, alone on that occasion. And finally, Castle Douglas to Stocport with Carmen. I think Rosemarie and I have picked up enough hitchhikers to balance the books, including a rather unhappy young French couple in the western Highlands, and a nervous African-American guy in Missouri - nervous at getting a ride from a White couple, I suppose.