One of the joys of working for yourself is the chance it gives you to play hooky.
Today I was on my way home from an early delivery in Grassington when a break in the clouds sent down a shaft of sunlight with my name on it. I quickly turned the van up a Yorkshire Water track, parked, and set off around Grimwith reservoir.
It was 4.5 miles round, mainly on a track, with just a couple of other dog walkers in the distance and the honk of greylag geese for company. It cleared out a few cobwebs, gave me time to think and best of all nobody knew I was gone.