Wandering the varicose ribbons takes us through a rapidly vanishing countryside, through nearly vanished hamlets and once grand main streets. Our wandering takes by roadside attractions and tourist traps fallen on hard times, gasping eateries and filling stations, a rapidly vanishing landscape.
Today we are poorer for not not having the experience. We need to be wanders, and when we become wanderers and have a discovered the richness of our land, we are the better for it. At least I know I am.