The road home

I’ve just returned from a week of work Up Mainland, commuting daily by motorway.  What a difference from Island roads!  Such a crush of moving metal, with an unfamiliar view of miles of straight tarmac ahead.  A thirty mile journey is no more that a quick zip down the road, and the soundtrack is more Beastie Boys than Beasts of Seasons.  The ease and speed were a treat, but I was glad to return to Island roads.  Their winding eccentricities and routes formed over centuries of natural pathfinding offer daily variety.  The light through the morning mist is never the same twice, and the many lanes make a different journey home possible every day of the week.  These small, slow roads have changed my perspective of distance, making 10 miles a sizeable journey, and a trip to another town a serious proposition.  Some bemoan the inefficiency of it, the ‘Island Mentality.’  But this is part of the charm of the place.  It slows you down, makes you enjoy the journey, and reminds you that the car is only one of its many users.  Tomorrow I’ll be off enjoying it on two wheels.

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