Like everything else in my life it happened randomly.
In 2004 the house that I rented in Towcester, Northamptonshire, was put on the market so my 7 year old Son Jake and I had to move. I decided that if we had to do it we may as well do it properly. Two of my friends had moved to Barnstaple, North Devon, it sounded nice, so I rented a Luton van, loaded our stuff and drove 150 miles and rocked up at my friend’s house in Whiddon Valley where we stayed until I found a job and a home.
Within a short time they persuaded me to take my taxi driver license. This involved passing an exam set by North Devon Council, a maths test, a rules and regulations test and a local “knowledge” test, where you have to know the most direct route between 10 landmarks in North Devon such as Barnstaple train station to Landmark Theatre, Ilfracombe, from there to Combe Martin Wildlife and Dinosaur Park and so on. Having not been in the area long and not owning a car I found the knowledge test difficult and failed 3 times but finally passed in October of 2005. I soon learned my way around, with much help from the other taxi drivers and the dispatcher who nicknamed me “Wherezat”
In 2011, after working for various taxi companies Paul (who I met in Paignton in 2005, another random story for another time) & I took the leap and bought our own taxi.
Taxi-Anne, which is what I’d become known as with regular customers, began. 7 months later Paul took his taxi license test and we became Taxi-Anne & Paul.