Angel

A long slow Friday afternoon drive home, traffic thick with the end of half term. I stopped at the Angel of the North and got out my picnic blanket for a break from the queues. It’s an amazing structure, awe inspiring. Rest of the journey south enlivened by a hitch hiker I picked up at the garage where I refueled. He’d just spent two months walking in the Scottish highlands so we whiled away the rest of the traffic jams comparing favourite mountains.