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I was living and working in England a couple of years ago, and was due to visit a client that was based only 14 miles from my house, a straight run down the motorway. However, I had to pick up some colleagues from the train station in the centre of the city first. I have a thing about paralllels, and knew that I was on the road parallel to the one I should have been on, but figured they'd both join the same motorway. My road turned into the motorway alright, but it turned out to be the wrong one and before I knew it, we were heading to Scotland (must have had my homing device switched on, ha ha!)
On looking at the map, we decided it'd be quicker and easier to go cross-country (yeah, was that far up the motorway before realising!) So we headed across the countryside and ended up in this little village called Hindley. Hindley has a lot of quaint little shops, but the one that cracked us up specialised in both photography and sugar confectionery! One of my colleagues was a Londoner, and I confirmed on this one trip what many Londoners think - that it's grim up North! (It's not!)
Anyway, I've never lived it down, and while I was travelling, it was the constant e-mail joke "Where are you? Made it to Hindley yet?"
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