Jonathan: A family came to the door yesterday to buy eggs, lemon curd, chutney and other things besides. It was a glorious afternoon, and they were glowing with the joy of it! An unfamilar accent? – they were from the state of Idaho. So different to here! A thousand miles from the sea, winters bitter cold in the high mountains and forests, blue summer skies over wide fertile plains, great lakes and wide rivers – so few people, so widely scattered! Yet what Idaho first brings to mind – I can’t shake it from my head! – is Nerina Pallot‘s wonderful song ‘Idaho’: I have packed everything that I own in a bag, and I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho … ‘Cos I hear it’s mighty pretty … I can’t keep on dreaming that I’m free, dreaming that I’m free … My hands are on the wheel, so I’m driving, I’m driving to Idaho. Find it, play it, listen – and yearn to be driving too, four thousand miles from east coast clostrophobia – to the open roads of Idaho!