Driving is also getting me down. All the roads in this part of Devon seem to be bottle necked. There's roadworks absolutely everywhere. It's exhausting even though I'm seemingly doing nothing in stop-start traffic queues. As most of my visits seem to be at the furthest reaches of my patch I'm spending vast swathes of my time being unproductive and all that paperwork that is so hard to put onto the computer in the first place piles up even higher.
I've been having a think. If I have to sit still in traffic it might as well be pleasant. So I've decided to replan my diary. If I schedule my Kingsbridge and Salcombe visits in the afternoon I can return home by the Dartmouth ferry. And that's what I did yesterday. Instead of sitting in the nondescript outskirts of Paignton waiting for the queue to move I watched the world go by from a boat. Here's the view complete with reflections of the stuff that I carry around on my dashboard. A perfect end to a working day even though it was raining outside. I arrived back in Brixham in a relaxed, happy state after a beautiful car ride that was a journey worth taking rather than a chore.