Someone the Bear

Good morning! Before we set off, we wanted to introduce you to the third member of out motley crew. This little guy will be coming with us every step of the way, and will quite probably make more friends than we will. BUT, like our newborn child that we have neglected to look at or acknowledge in any way, s/he is as yet nameless and genderless. The bear will assume the identity (at least in terms of name and gender) of the first person to pick us up and give us a lift on this, the first day of the hitchhike. Who will it be? (please, anyone!)…

Stay tuned for news on –?–?–the-bear’s christening!

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Day Zero

Hello! I’m Ben, and this is Oscar (hello, says Oscar). Welcome to a blog about a hitchhike about a family, which will become a show about a hitchhike about a family, specifically The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Family! What a convoluted way to start…but convoluted is the name of the game. Why do things the easy way – getting a train to London – when you could hitchhike to Watford Gap, and Bedford, and Hitchin, and many more of your favourite home counties market towns, on a meandering journey taking you far away from home, but hopefully delivering you to some home truths.

Tomorrow morning, we will set off from Mapperley, Nottingham (famous for being Ben’s childhood suburb) on a 6-day adventure into the unknown. Anything could happen. We could (and hope to) meet some wonderful, generous and interesting people, who will offer us lifts and stories and help us on our way. We could, however, meet some utter bastards, who will rob us of our camera equipment, lunch money and carefully laundered clothes, leaving us naked and lost in the unforgiving wetlands of middle England. Only our semi-official looking lanyards can save us. One thing is certain: come rain, shine, or near-death (heavy rain), we will be blogging about it here each evening, and tweeting pictures and terrible jokes throughout the day. Please come with us (digitally; there isn’t any actual room for you), and share in this ridiculous, wonderful escapade.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? says everyone, quite understandably. Erm, read this.

WHO ARE YOU? How rude. Read this.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE NORTH MIDLANDS INDEPENDENT BAKERY? Good, important question. Not for here.

See you tomorrow!

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