The Wrong Right Turn is the second instalment of the Mike Kaminsky story that started with The Prodigal Son.
I wanted to find out more about Mike and, having left him and Bessie heading south, I wanted to make sure he got home OK.
The Wrong Right Turn
I woke up aching and tired with the sort of tiredness that comes from too much thinking and too many miles.
I’d had a difficult few weeks. My mother had died and I’d missed her funeral. I’d returned to England and my father and I had spoken. Good words, but words we’d almost left too late. We’d parted friends though, for the first time in our lives.
It had been raining when I left my father and the rain followed me all the way to the ferry. Normandy was drier and warmer but, by the time I got to Brittany, the rain threatened again and so I stopped and found a camp site where I set up my tent for the night.
I slept restlessly, with too many thoughts crowding my mind. I welcomed the dawn - time to do rather than think. I got dressed and walked into the village. At a cafe I had breakfast and read the paper - bad news as usual, but other people’s bad news.
Back at the camp site I took down the tent and loaded Bessie up.
Bessie is a black BMW R80. We’ve been together a long time and shared many miles. I don’t know when I started to call her Bessie but I do and I think that she understands.
To find out what happened next you’ll need to buy a copy of Different Roads – available from Lulu.com from 1st August 2011.
