Re: Lode

The Cambridgeshire village of Lode is on my route home to Burwell. Last evening it was pouring with rain and the roads were slippy. At least one tractor had produced its own muddy tracks on the approach to the village, as though it didn't trust the road signs to find its way back again. As I came almost level with the exit from Anglesey Abbey a dark blue Range Rover pulled out in front of me, slammed on its brakes for some unknown reason, and then proceeded through the village at about five miles an hour. It then accelerated away towards Swaffham Bulbeck at a speed surely in excess of sixty.

If this was some kind of test drive, it passed. My patience was tested severely. In fact my peaceful journey home was instantly converted into a state of road rage. I wished it had been Augustinian monks still inhabiting the former priory, rather than morons in August.