The sign said “Nowhere 25 kilometres.”
I did chuckle at the thought of being on the road to Nowhere. I was curious to see what lay at the end of the road.
It wasn’t as if it was the road less travelled or anything like that, the deep wheel ruts in the gravel surface suggested the road was used more often than not. The road less travelled seemed to be the one that disappeared through the broken gate at the top of the road.
But as life was a series of adventures going nowhere was going to be another.
The road passed through beautiful farming land, cattle grazed in many paddocks and in others farmers had planted feed crops, and in several paddocks, the rolled bails sat patiently awaiting collection.
Apart from the livestock, I didn’t see any other living beings. As the going was slow due to the condition of the road I had to concentrate on the road as in some places the potholes seemed to be joined into huge holes in the road and I was fearful of damaging my car and breaking down as I thought it might be literally the middle of nowhere.
Around a corner, I saw a sign announcing: “You are almost Nowhere”. At least, I thought, if nothing else out here, they had a sense of humour.
My car negotiated a steep hill before descending into a little valley and at the bottom of the hill was a sign, “Welcome to Nowhere”.
I stopped beside the sign and stepped out of my car. The valley stretched out in front of me, the country similar to what I had been driving through. There was no indication of a town.
I drove a little further and saw signs saying: “Nowhere Groceries”, “Nowhere Barber shop”, “Nowhere State School” and finally a sign saying, “Thanks for visiting Nowhere, please call again.”
Besides the final sign was a small box and a notice that read: “Please leave your thoughts Nowhere in the box, we are building a bigger and better town”.
What a bizarre place I thought as I drove on leaving the last remnants of the ‘town’ behind me. Ahead I saw the road disappear into the hills and billboard announcing “Somewhere – 10 Kilometres”.
I couldn’t wait to see what Somewhere had to offer.
Written for: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/crimsons-creative-challenge-14/
Morpethroad 
Ah, how our minds think alike. I like it 🙂 🙂 🙂
But what you mightn’t have known is this photo was taken within 5 miles of (no longer existing) place called Nowhere.
However, there is still a hamlet of Nowhere in Norfolk, though two or so dozen miles to the west of where I took the photo. 🙂
Is that called intuition? Or just dumb luck? I guess there has to be a place called Nowhere, somewhere.
I have a theory that Nowhere was originally No Weir, purely descriptive of a boggy place. Seems likely since both places are to this day deep in surplus water.
But is there a place called Somewhere? Or must we fly over the rainbow to reach there? 🙂
There’s bound to be one somewhere. In New South Wales we have a Bogan shire and not far away from there is Bland shire.
Oh, Bland shire; not the most exciting destination, eh? 🙂
I read where it was considering a sister relationship with Dull in Scotland and Boring in the USA.
Thank you for this morning’s chuckle. 🙂
Well, this is extremely good. The imagery perfect and the idea is spot on and innovative. Loved it. 😊
Thanks so much Ramyani for stopping by my blog and thanks for the follow.
It’s my pleasure 😊
An interesting story. Love the names, Nowhere and Somewhere.
From Nowhere to Somewhere, perfect concept for the picture prompt.
Thanks so much
Very cleverly done. I am anxious to find out what Somewhere has to offer as well..
Maybe this weeks image will help me go somewhere