Today we did Lost, which is not a horrendous grammatical error on my part, but a charity hitchhiking event organised by Reading RAG. It involved being driven, blindfolded, to a mystery location within 100 miles of Reading.
On emerging from the coach, the abundant signposts around Bexhill-on-Sea did nothing to disguise its geographical location, so before long we were on our way back to Reading - the mission being to do so without spending any of our own money. Some groups tried to raise money for train tickets home, and they were invariably still trying to do so many hours into the event. Luckily we went for the more predictable hitchhiking route.
Our first lift came unexpectedly - ten minutes after asking for directions from an old couple out for a walk - they took pity on us (obviously having little faith in our hitching abilities), and came to pick us up in their car. They were a godsend, going miles out of their way to take us to Polegate, and furnishing us with an English road atlas to help us on the way!
Our biggest lift (our next) was from a softly spoken doctor who took us all the way to Newbury - but as I had trouble hearing what he was saying I cannot really tell you much about him. I don't think I/you missed much to be honest.
Typical of our day, we only waited for a few minutes at Newbury services for a lift that took us all the way to the University campus - from a guy who was "just out for a drive", was from London, and had absolutely no reason to go to Reading whatsoever. Still, we couldn't complain, and made it back 6th out of 24 groups - pretty good in my books!
