I was in Cambridgeshire the other day. Thursday I think it was. Gorgeous day for weather anyway. Normally to head home from there to Cheshire I'd do the A14 / M6 but there was some problem on the A14 according to Brunhilde ( my built in sat nav )
She's a clever thing and can somehow 'see' traffic jams ahead and suggests ( well insists on actually ) alternative routes. Gets quite naggy if you ignore her.
Anyway, she took me on a very scenic but surprisingly efficient route along deserted B roads in rural Bedfordshire and Northamptonshire, passing through some stunningly beautiful chocolate box villages.
Thatched cottages in wholesale quantities, duck ponds and quaint old churches. Country pubs with relaxed people enjoying a cold one on the way home.
You can easily forget how pretty parts of Britain are when you get off the beaten track.
I wasn't in a hurry, my day's work was over, the evening was balmy and the low sun still shone. The Merc was in its element, full waft mode on but happy to pick up its skirts when asked., bit of Mozart for company. I simply didn't notice the miles ebbing away
No, I never ever want another office job I thought. To hell with that I thought.
Then I reached the M6 and suddenly everything went grey again.
Last edited by: Runfer D'Hills on Sat 17 May 14 at 21:33
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