Journeys?

I used to travel a lot with my job but not now. Life's a bit like a journey and that continues...
At 7.00 on a frosty February morning, this pub looked desirably warm even though it wasn’t open.

At 7.00 on a frosty February morning, this pub looked desirably warm even though it wasn’t open.

Causeway, Horsham, 30 December 2011. This cream-coloured house bears the date 1615 and is adjacent to the churchyard/graveyard of the parish church, St Mary’s. The red brick house was home to author, Hammond Innes, in the early 1920s.

Horsham is 20 miles north of where I live. Visiting on 30 December 2011 to buy a colander (which we failed to do), we came across this lovely close called Causeway.

Horsham is 20 miles north of where I live. Visiting on 30 December 2011 to buy a colander (which we failed to do), we came across this lovely close called Causeway.

I had no idea how beautiful it would be to travel to visit my first grandchild.

The road journey from the south coast of England to Cambridge is not good. The A27 east along the coast to join the A23 north, which changes to the M23 past Gatwick Airport, then joining the M25 eastward towards the junctions with roads to the channel ports. Through the Dartford Tunnel, then several miles of roadworks on the M25, and off north along the M11, also to a seaport.

I have nothing against lorry drivers, except when one decides to overtake his leader because he is doing half a mile an hour more. On two-lane motorways both lanes are blocked while these titans struggle.

And then, how can such a little scrap of humanity draw out so much love from an old grizzled traveller like me?