You’ll be aware that during the past 18 months travel hasn’t really been a thing.
For some people, last summer might have meant a caravanning holiday with their families, but for me, the furthest I went was to pick up an order from Ikea’s car park, some four miles away.
My life has seemingly shrunk to the size of a pinhead and while I have been happy creating teeny, tiny adventures in my locality, the nagging voice in my head has been telling me that I have been allowing my world to get smaller and smaller and that, when the time comes to start travelling again, I’m going to really struggle to rediscover what little confidence I had.
I’m quite sure you know that it takes place every 10 years and that the official line is it’s to help organisations make future plans for services such as transport, education and healthcare.
My own opinion is that it’s slightly more involved than that and that its purposes are not quite so wholesome. However, as you know, I prefer to avoid politics on my blog as they make me quite cross – and I’m cross enough already.