Hugh Mann Adamson, 29, is a director of Let There Be Light Productions, a film production firm based in Sheffield’s Creative Quarter. His most memorable drive? A nerve-wracking journey to a film event in Liverpool which helped change his destiny.
My first car was a Nissan Almera - an old banger given to me by my brother-in-law.
I loved that car; it was my passport to freedom, but I loved film more and when I needed money to buy more film-making equipment I sold it with no regrets.
I haven’t owned a car since.
Me and my partners keep as much money in the business and we can and hire vans when we need them.
The drive I will never forget happened when I was 19, just six months after passing my driving test.
I was wobbly driver and hadn’t driven further than around my home town of Scunthorpe.
I’d already sold my car when I got invited to the National Youth Film Academy premiere screenings - in Liverpool.
It was a massive deal to me.
A film-making contact had invited me.
His film was being shown and I wanted to support him, but more importantly it was a fabulous opportunity to meet influential people from the industry and meet up with emerging talent I could collaborate with.
It would also give me a greater understanding of how the film industry worked. I simply couldn’t miss it.
It was on a Sunday morning - a strange time for such an event, but never mind.
I checked out the trains but none would get me there in time.
I didn’t have the money for a Liverpool hotel, so the only other option was to rent a car.
All I could afford was a Toyota Aygo with a 1.0 engine.
It was incredibly slow and I was terrified even before we set off from Scunthorpe.
I certainly wasn’t one of those cocky and confident young male drivers. I was pretty timid at the wheel.
I’d got hardly any driving experience. I’d never driven on a motorway or through a city centre, and I was going to be making the longest drive of my life in a car with an engine that sounded like a sewing machine.
I insisted a colleague went with me - as my sat nav and emotional support.
He was a much more experienced driver but he was younger than me and couldn’t hire a car himself.
We set off at 6am, giving ourselves four hours to get there.
As I turned the key I felt the fear. I was on the motorway in a matter of minutes and it WAS as bad as I had imagined.
There were massive lorries towering over us and cars were flying past so fast.
I was in the slow lane straining the engine to get to 70mph and gripping the wheel in terror.
My co-pilot was scared but hid it so well. If he had let on, I’d have lost even more confidence.
The 120-mile journey took us a whole three hours.
But in Liverpool our real Sat-Nav got us through the city centre to a cinema where the event was being held and we walked in with five minutes to spare.
I felt amazing; I’d conquered my fears and got us there in one piece.
The event was all I hoped it would be. It was inspirational and I met scores of really great people who have gone on to great things in the industry. I went on to work with some of them and they helped me advance my career. It was because of them that I went on to launch the business.
The drive home to Scunthorpe was much more relaxed!