Driving north

The morning was spent in a meeting (much better than yesterday morning's!) and then I set off northwards. After about four hours I got bored with the M1/A1, as you do, and couldn't resist the lure of the A68. It was a glorious three hour drive in bright sunshine from Darlington up to Edinburgh; there was very little traffic. At a couple of points I could see almost a mile in each direction (due to excellent road-making of the Romans) with no vehicles in sight.

It was great to get home and see Mr H; although it won't be long before I have to leave again!

Edit: I later remembered that at some point on my journey I'd seen what must have been the Olympic Torch convoy heading in the opposite direction - must have been on the A1(M) somewhere near Wetherby, heading south, towards York perhaps. It didn't look the same without Scobes, though.