Every now and then, I go out with no plan. Just time, and dry weather, and an itch in my throttle hand to scratch. Given the lack of any plan beyond Not Getting Stuck In Traffic, it's probably not overly surprising that I end up meandering down little country lanes that have previously intrigued me, but not enough to deviate from the plans I usually have, at least as far as the location of lunch is concerned.
Every now and then, though, none of the places I know appeal, and on those occasions, I simply follow the road. I let the side roads and detours beckon me down between hedges I've barely noticed before. There are some very interesting views and curves cafes and pubs and twisties down there, which I would never have known if I always went out knowing where I was heading.
