This was, without doubt, the best commission I’ve had all year. I loved absolutely every single minute of it.
Thank you Kerry Hughes for all her help, generosity and company. I couldn’t have done it without her. Read it online HERE or the first draft, with photos, below…
It is 4am and I am sitting. alone, in a Travelodge outside Halifax, drinking a cup of instant coffee and staring at a carpark. My 24 hours as a female lorry driver are about to begin and I’m so excited I hardly notice that the milk is a foil-fresh tub of wet chalk.
“I’m outside a door. Not sure it’s the right one. Lol.”
Kerry Hughes, HGV driver, motorbike enthusiast, horse whisperer and my driving companion for the next two days has arrived. She is taking me to meet my motor. Well, I say my motor; I can’t even drive. I’ve lost my provisional license. The last time I took a lesson my instructor’s rotund father in a navy nylon blazer asked my mum out on a date and I’ve never got behind the steering wheel of a car since. And yet just 16 hours from this moment I would be sitting behind the wheel of an 18-tonne lorry, in my pyjamas, turning the key in the ignition.