Heading down the back lane towards the chalet with blue skies and fluffy white clouds and as I drove down I could see that the hedgerows had been given a hair cut leaving tantalising glimpses of the fields beyond. To be honest they are not hedgerows at all, as the main part is wall and over the years nature has claimed them, but I haven’t a name for this alternative – is there one? These walls are one of the features of small Cornish lanes and as you head further down this one it starts to get narrower so when meeting another vehicle coming in the opposite direction it can cause a stand off until one will reverse to the nearest convenient passing point. That is unless the second vehicle is a tractor and then you have to cow tow (spelling?) to their size and status. Sometimes you can see the tractor tyre marks that run flush to the walls and it makes you wonder whether the road was built just to snuggly fit the tractor. Friends who come down from London, you know those people who drive like people do in the capital, itching their way forward to be let in or cutting in and out of the lanes of traffic, tend to use their car horn nervously to announce their presence to oncoming traffic, especially on the blindspots. And, it’s always easy to spot the locals from the visitors because they know the lane so well they can anticipate the twists and turns and therefore drive a lot faster.