As far as journeys to work go, I’m luckier than most. For a start, I live around fifteen minutes walk away from the school in which I teach. Also, that walk happens to be across a picturesque Cathedral city, taking in a handsome market square, all overlooked by one of the tallest spires in England.
For a long while, I’ve been happy with my lot: coffee imbibed, bag slung over shoulder, a playlist lined up on the headphones; head down whatever the weather, with a brisk march in.
Two years ago, the experience was – and I choose this word carefully – ‘enhanced’ somewhat. We had chosen a…
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