Most of the motorway miles I notch up tend to be drab and boring. Motorways are all about getting there fast with little to see along the way, but every now and then they snake past something sensational that makes me want to exit at the next junction to go off and investigate. Of course, this motorway proximity probably doesn't help the ambience of the place in question. I mean three lanes of traffic battering along in either direction won't enhance the chorus of the wild birds or add a whole lot of sweetness to the air.
The other day I was bustling along down the A61 that runs from Toulouse to Narbonne when I saw this loom large on the near horizon:
It was Carcassonne, the beautiful walled city of the Cathars.
As luck would have it, I was in the passenger seat with my window down and my camera to hand. Normally all the wonderful things appear on Mr B's side of the car when my camera is in the boot and all the windows are hermetically sealed against the rain.
And so I was able to spend a happy 30 seconds snapping away as though my life depended on it.
I'm not sure what the other motorists thought, but who cares when you've got something so sensational passing you by on the near-side.
Usually we rely heavily on in-flight entertainment (my legendary lasts-from-Belfast-to-Barcelona playlist and the loop of endless Scooby Doo movies for the troops in the back) to make our motorway miles go quickly, but this was one occasion when we were happy to slow right down and enjoy the scenery.
All the best for now,