Day 351. Better late than...

Journey to the North West hugely delayed by an accident near Nottingham. A sage reminder that it's better to arrive late than not at all.

Apparently it's also better to arrive late than ugly...

Day 263. Horses for racecourses.

When you're in a hurry to reach an appointment a traffic jam is the driver's curse. In Newmarket though the jams are usually horse related and call me stupid if you must but I think this is a sight worth stopping for. The horses are breathtakingly beautiful and I was more than happy to wait for them to cross the road. My only gripe is that they weren't using a zebra crossing. And yes, I was late.