there's a saying along the lines of - it's better to travel than to arrive.

that's all right if you're coasting along on a camel through the sahara, i suppose.

but not if you're stuck behind a crappy coach, first registered 1961, which hasn't got the energy to climb a slope of any gradient and whose driver takes the opportunity of give way junctions to light his pipe or ask motorists for directions.

how have your journeys been today?!