After a week back in school I am desperate to get out for a ride to cleanse myself of the emotional detritus of work. With rates of infection for The Virus rising exponentially once more there seems too to be a desperation amongst the car driving populace. As I pass over the M5 I note that the southbound carriageway is as busy as I have seen it all summer, whilst the A30 westbound appears to have ground to a halt near Honiton. On the road past Fenny Bridges there is desperation amongst traffic passing me far too closely. I wave my hands with a Latin fervour too many times and feel enormous relief as I turn back onto smaller roads and lanes. For the hundredth time this week I find myself longing for a return to Lockdown.