Busy days and rain falling. Chasing my tail and going nowhere. Horizons closing in. Boring routines and putting away the weekly shop. So, when I got an opportunity to escape, I bolted for the woods that the random-number-generator ordered me towards. I bustled around grabbing my camera, rain gear and Thermos flask. I sloshed a can of tomato soup into a pan, added a tin of chickpeas, a handful of frozen peas and sweetcorn, and a glug of chilli sauce. By the time I was swad- dled in waterproofs, my improvised lunch was hot, and I was out of the door and onto my bike with a smile returning to my face.