Well, perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration.
But today I came back from my mother's by bus and train.
For the last few weeks I have been driving my mother's Fiesta up and down the A3. Quicker but fraught. Of course it wold have felt a lot better if it had a stereo sytem. Better if it were a Saab.
But, what i disliked most was what it turned me into - frazzled, frustrated, impatient. I don't think I have driven badly - although I have managed to pick up two fines - onefor an illegal turn (3 point infact, but not worth arguing - there werne't any points involved) And one for going 37 mph down a hill in a village, which was naughty but hardly heinous. Nevertheless, my driving frame of mind made me feel I had regressed to a place I had left behind. Recently I've felt so much more calm.
I have been driving for 45 years - an overland trip to Iran and back. I have have driven in more countries than a lot of people have visited - and enjoyed doing so. Give me a Summer night drive down rural roads in a decent car and music system... but not now, rushing home across South East England, with too much on my mind, too much traffic and no one in the passenger seat.
