Later, he writes: "In countless small ways the world around us grows gradually shittier."
He has a point.
And while I often moan about the Tatsfield Bus Stop (on the junction with Approach Road and Clarks Lane just outside of Tatsfield Village) my moaning is not about the bus stop itself, which is in keeping with Bryson's ideal style of bus shelter, but the fact that we don't go anywhere else these days.
|The much loved Tatsfield Bus Stop and my Kona mountain bike|
We are a little crazy to cycle eight miles just to stop and drink tea at the Tatsfield Bus Stop, but when all is said and done, it's a great place to be especially with a flask of hot water, a few Twining's English Breakfast tea bags and half a dozen Belvita biscuits. Throw in a newspaper and a decent transistor radio and you'd be very close to my idea of heaven.
• For details of Bill Bryson's latest book, The Road to Little Dribbling, and his other excellent travel books (and history books, books about the English language, Shakespeare and much more) click here.
• Bryson on the subject of Trip Advisor reviewers and their poor standards of literacy.
• While a New Year's Day ride was suggested by Phil, after a late night such an escapade has proved completely off the scale for yours truly. I have a mild headache – brought about more by a late night than excessive alcohol – and I could do with a good walk. Weather permitting, I'll be out tomorrow (Saturday 2nd January).
Happy New Year to all who might stumble across my blog.