I had a very important date in Wales a couple of weeks ago, and this was the beginning of my sat nav joys. I think that might be the wrong word, ‘joys’, but I do like to keep things in an optimistic frame of mind! Anyway, after using maps for the past 30 odd years, I have the same ‘Road Atlas of Great Britain’ from 1980, I went on ebay and treated myself to a Tom Tom sat-nav!
It arrived, all nicely packaged and in full working order. I set it up, simple enough, then took the wife out and went for a short drive. The initial problem I had was that the voice seemed to be talking in a strange language. It was male and Turkish. I hadn’t a clue what was being said, so I followed the green arrows on the screen. After about 3 miles, it stopped and I assumed we had reached the destination. We had come to rest outside a carpet shop, aptly named ‘Mehmet’s Carpets’, which all seemed a bit of a co-incidence considering the voice of the sat-nav was Turkish!
Oh well, I might as well ask the owner of the shop if he could oblige in telling me if he knew the language of my sat-nav and he very kindly confirmed that it was Turkish. He also helped me change the voice to a very nice sounding lady who spoke in English. I thanked him for his helpfulness and off we went. Once home, I set the sat-nav up to take me to Capel Dewi in Wales. Thinking back, it did give me a selection of Carmarthenshire or Ceredigion, but me not being technically savvy assumed it would know I wanted the Carmarthenshire one! BIG MISTAKE!
You can probably tell that through my lack of attention I ended up about 70 miles from where I needed to be. I missed my appointment in Capel Dewi in Carmarthenshire. I then had to make my way home from the middle of nowhere, and explain to one and all my reasons for spending the day getting dizzy and driving aimlessly around the foothills of the Cambrian mountains when I should have been about 70 miles south from where I was. I haven’t used it since, I haven’t needed to, but there’s a trip back to Wales planned in the Spring. I shall persevere with the sat-nav, but I’ll also pack my trusty 1980 atlas in the glove compartment.