I can remember the car we had when I was young.
It was a white Volvo estate. Full of children and dogs.
I remember being embarassed by the car if Dad came to pick us up from school.
I remember burning my bare legs on the hot seats of summer, and me and my sisters counting Christmas trees as we travelled to visit our family on cold winter Sundays.
It always ended in a row because one of us would start making up sightings to get the highest score.
I remember making a bed for the overnight drive to Scotland that we made every summer. I can remember lying there, watching the hypnotic flashes of the motorway lights throughout the night, and the sun coming up as we drove alongside the lochs in the morning.
- Melissa Campbell, September 2014