Country Living: Our Man in Arundel

I’ve had a busy few days of work recently, so there’s not been much time for blogging. I'm still car-free, by the way - spending my 'petrol money' on public transport and cake. I reckon I'm just about breaking even.

The real loss for me isn't money or even door-to-door convenience - it's time. My 40-minute drive to see my girlfriend becomes an adventure holiday lasting two-and-a-half hours. Exposure to extreme cold whilst waiting for a delayed train? Best pack my thermal gloves. Standing immobile in the carriage when it arrives? Must remember my DVT exercises. Making the connection after my train's been delayed? Time for my all-terrain running shoes.

Okay, so I'm exaggerating... a bit. But I'm rather hoping to find a car before too long - and before I get desperate enough to choose something impractical (again). At least there's no danger of me buying a £300-a-year CO2-spitting monster from the chancellor's budget blacklist!