At the beginning of the month I visited Scotland. After a trip to the Highland Games in Braemar I was queued in traffic at some lights at Blairgowerie as I drove back down the A93, heading South. As I sat waiting for the signal to change, I looked at a house at the side of the road – bearing in mind I was in the Cairngorms – called ‘Truro’. Sometimes I think there’s something in human nature that means we always want to be somewhere else. And then immediately back where weve just left.