Venturing into the unknown

I'm not proud to admit that when senses of direction were being given out, I was at the back of the queue.  Probably in a different queue altogether, one that ended up with a coffee and a bag of doughnuts, but the truth of the matter is that I can get lost anywhere.  Not just on road journeys but in buildings too.  I have worked at the school now for 11 years and there are still parts of it that are a mystery to me.  It doesn't help that when I think I'm lost, I panic.  So it's not often that I try to find new places on my own.  

But Denise has been to the monthly crop organised by Ann Freeman (you can find her here) over in Enfield.  She's a rather talented lady, and I've been to a couple of classes that she has taught over at Eclectic Keepsakes; which is run by another rather talented lady, Karen (you can find her here). I've been assured that this new crop is "easy to find" and the journey is "very straightforward".  As the husband has finally given in and bought a Tomtom, I'm going to try my first journey into the unknown tomorrow.  

My bag is packed already, my photos printed and I've trusted my loyal co-pilot with plotting our journey 

If I'm not home by tea time could someone send out a search party?