I like public transport. But in early December it can be testing. If you live at the highest point of East Sussex, the rain and wind carries that extra bit of venom. Then the damp floors of the bus and train leave my wheels screaming enough for everyone to resent my very presence. Sitting saturated outside the primary school office led me to joke loudly about the irony of rain. I was now beginning to feel cold. After a very sweet nativity performance, I returned home. Yes it was a very worthy day but will my legs warm up? That’s a loud emphatic NO!
With bones battered by the primitive paving of Tonbridge (obviously no-one ever walks) and soul frozen from winter rain, I sit here thinking about te joys of being car less.