Nights are a problem. My mind won't turn off, even when I've been on the road for hours.
Today I drove past Windsor Castle in a torrential downpour. I couldn't tell whether the Queen was home. Today I ate a foil-wrapped peanut butter sandwich outside a tea room in Runnymede. Today I took a phone call in a pub car park in Egham from a woman I like while it rained and rained and rained.