So I set off on the bus, and it turned out to be a lovely journey. I sat on the top of a double-decker as it swayed through lanes and along dual carriageways. The sun was the bright winter sort which brought every colour out of the brown landscape. Many fields were in their bare harrowed state, and lay sleek on the hills showing off their curves to perfection. The Test river was bright and gleaming in glimpses along the first part of the route, and strange yet homely pieces of architecture dotted the journey. I couldn't help thinking on the way that my mother would have really enjoyed the trip in her younger days.
And yes, I did manage to get a new bag (50% off).