Were you travelling this Christmas? If so, how was your journey? I have always hated journeys. I like arrivals. I see the journey as merely the means to an arrival. This can manifest itself in any number of ways. It means driving or running through the countryside and checking a watch rather than the scenery. It means speed-reading a book so as to finish it. It means completing any number of potentially diverting tasks with the sole focus of progressing to the next one. Better to travel hopefully than arrive, the saying goes. I was never big on that.