The Scenic Route

Once upon a time, ‘the scenic route’ was parental talk that involved a futile diversion to try and avoid traffic jams. A foolish endeavor, but we kids weren’t fooled. It just meant it was going to take longer than necessary to get there. But the phrase has new meaning in these days of plague. Today, the scenic route is a necessary diversion to avoid the hordes with their diseased breaths of death. And in some cases, the route actually is more scenic.

I’ll provide an example. Old Harry Rocks are a famous and much visited landmark (or seamark?) that involves a frustrating time trying to find a parking spot near Studland and then traipsing with the aforementioned hordes through fairly bland fields up to the cliff top. There is a much better alternative a few miles further down the road, where plentiful parking is available, the walk much prettier and the solitude a delight.

It’s a secret route though, so I’m afraid I can’t reveal any more about it.