The moment I leave the inevitable Friday afternoon crawl in 1st gear up most of the M1, and head east on the A46, I feel myself breathe more easily.  The roads are still busy but at least I can get up into 2nd and even, at times, 3rd gear.  But then, as I reach the A158 beyond Lincoln I start to feel positively light-hearted.  When I turn off this road, however, onto the B1399 and find myself in country lanes winding through verdant fields bathed in glorious early evening sunshine, a wave of calm seems to flood my whole being.    Continue reading →