Commuting

26 May 2007

The rapeseed is gone. My commute – across the Valley of the Avon, south from Bath and along the edges of Salisbury Plain – is no longer between fields of bright yellow flowers but along macadam lanes bordered by serrated rows of green stalks (early wheat?) and freshly ploughed fields, still brown, awaiting their next crop.

England is a beautiful country. The geology is more varied than that of others countries, particularly given that the nation has been squeezed onto a small island off the northwest coast of Europe. It’s late May now but the temperatures, even in this time of global warming, are still refreshingly cool and, in the early mornings, even bracing.

The drive is a time for reflection. My mind wanders down various mental lanes, into politics, science and beyond, towards pure speculation.