When the sun is in the right place, there are parts of Hertfordshire that look almost exactly like the Windows XP backdrop. Although nothing coming out of Microsoft is likely to be nestling next to an electricity pylon. Mind you, no self-respecting Home Counties hillock is owned by Bill Gates.
Anyway: the point is that it’s staggeringly beautiful, and last night, for the first time in quite a while, I actually enjoyed the train ride home. The south of England is remarkably beautiful when it bothers, and I was filled with warmth and joy.
Then we pulled into Cambridge, where it was pissing it down. If I didn’t know otherwise, I might think that God wants me to move to Stevenage.