I live in a small town on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales, so have decent countryside from my doorstep. However, there’s a limit to how many times you can photograph the waterfalls. And woe betide you if the local curtain twitchers should see you out with a camera, or worse still with a rucksack on your back. Facebook groups will be moaning about it for days. And if a stranger dare to stop to buy a sandwich, well you’d think the wheels had come off the world. I was in pure ecstasy when I found out that my wife’s inoculation was scheduled for Kendal (mine had been locally in Skipton). It meant a nice long trip in the car along deserted roads, itching for the police to stop me. They didn’t.