On the way back from London this afternoon I pulled into the verge to allow a lorry to drive along the road which, in most places, is just wide enough for one car or one tractor.  When I turn onto the route, leading from Roxton to The Gables, I always slow down and tootle along admiring the views which change with the seasons.  I turned to my right as I waited for the lorry to pass me and the driver raised his hand in thanks.  I nodded as I I reached for my ipad to capture the long straight lines in the field opposite.  I was in no hurry to drive off so sat back and waited for a few more precious seconds until I felt like pulling out onto the road and driving the mile and a half to my door.