The headline words from the radio weather report as I battled the Tuesday morning traffic…
Tuesday morning and Thursday afternoons are the worst times to be on the highways and byways. Since the concept of “Working From Home” took off, several folk WFH on Mondays and Fridays. Cleverly extending their weekends. And head into their urban offices on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday….
Making them “TWATS” – not my description….
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday – Twat…
Anyway, plenty of them on the A3 and M25 just now. Including one who was either drunk or had never driven before break of dawn. Pootling along at 25mph as I came up behind him / her on the road from Haslemere to Witley. And not a lot of places to pass the “pootler” on that road….
Traffic. Making the idea of waking up in “freezing glens” an alluring prospect…
The mind drifting to an idyllic dawn in the Highlands. A red sun climbing over the mountain tops and reflected off a deep loch. The distant cry of a mighty stag. A covey of grouse flicking away into the distance. A raging river dancing from pool to pool. The splosh of a leaping salmon….
Next year, I will do that Highland thing…
And when I wake up to “freezing in the glens”, I will think of those who are pootling along the A3 and the M25….
Right, time to bounce out of that alluring Highland rabbit hole. Back to life, back to reality…
A gorgeous morning here on the Epsom Downs. No mighty stags, flicking grouse or sploshing salmon but plenty of stunning thoroughbred racehorses…
The Yearlings on the walker. Six youngsters with a dream or three tied up in them. Older legs pulling out for First Lot. “Dragon’s breath” from man and beast….
It may well be freezing in the glens but not exactly high summer heat here any more…
