On Saturday, despite the rain, I headed out for a walk in the woods. It wasn't meant to be a walk in the woods, I was supposed to be walking out to a monument, but the rather heavy cloud cover (and my lack of listening to directions) resulted in me not being able to find it. As a good next option I thought a refreshing walk in the woods would be great. In between leaving the house and getting to the West Wood I took a drive. That's what I'll call it. We'll conveniently forget that I was temporarily lost. But I did get to see some beautiful countryside. For all those who have repeatedly told me to admire the countryside on the way up to Yorkshire (yes, beautiful bridges - which I'm underneath - and fabulous... cooling towers. Hang-on, is that Elderflower? No? Just Cow Parsley? OK.) Hampshire IS beautiful. Chuffed that I'd thought ahead and wasn't wearing baggy tracksuit pants that would trail on the ground, instead choosing to be practical, I zipped up my jac...