Haha, I have a funny “running away” story that took me from Oxford to the Isle of Wight.. hitched down there with a friend (this is maybe 42 years ago)… got over to the isle and it was dark. Had no idea where we were, so pitched the tent. In the morning, stuck our heads out of the tent to find ourselves in the middle of a roundabout outside sainsburys or similar. Packed up, got over the water somehow and jumped on a train back to Oxford.
Don’t suppose you were anywhere near the MG factory when you were younger?
