Another week another tank of petrol burned crossing county lines. Sometimes I wonder if Im actually making money or just feeding my cars appetite for diesel. Chester is about 40 minutes from me and Liverpool another 20 beyond that. Thats real time and real cost that clients dont see.
Most folks think escorting is just the hour youre with someone. But its not. Its the prep time getting ready. The travel time. The cleaning up after. The fuel. The wear on your car. Sometimes I look at my earnings and think christ, am I working for my bloody Ford Focus more than myself?
Wrexham is small. Really small. Nice enough place but not exactly a hot spot for this work. Means I have to cast my net wider. Means driving. Always bloody driving. Some weeks I feel more like a long distance taxi driver than anything else. But you do what you have to do.
Last wednesday I had two bookings. One in Chester mid afternoon another late evening in Liverpool. By the time Id paid for fuel tolls and a quick coffee to keep myself going, Id basically worked for pocket change. But its my choice. My life. My hustle.
Rural working is different. Its not glamorous. Its practical. Sometimes lonely. But Im here. Im making it work. One mile at a time.