The journey home from Gatwick is the last lap. Mendip Chauffeurs are there to meet us.

This is one of life’s luxuries we are delighted to be able to afford.

Not having to deal with the challenges of the M25 is a delight.

Mrs Light remembers school trips to Thorpe Park and Cherington.

Not as a teacher but organiser of large parties of Hackney school children.

She proudly tells me she never lost anyone!

The reassuring sight of Windsor Castle reminds me that now I am on home ground.

This feeling is re-enforced because at the University at Reading I played cricket against many of the towns adjacent to the M4.

A visit to Clough was more charming than you may think.

The cricket tea was excellent!

Reading is therefore special and now more so as the windmill there is an Ecotricity owned one.

Forest Green Rovers leap into my mind.

Membury service station brings memories of the series, now a box set The Band of Brothers.

Prior to D-Day they were billeted at Aldbourne and used the airfield at Membury for training. One of the Aldbourne pubs contains photos of many of the soldiers who figured in the series.

By now we are driving through the gentle contour of the Berkshire/Wiltshire Downs and the large shape of Liddington Hill is on the left.

This chalk landscape was much loved by Richard Jefferies who as well as being a reporter on the Wilts and Glos Standard was a successful author.

Swindon is bypassed and before long we are at the top of Blunsdon Hill.

The minaret like tower of Cricklade Parish Church dominates the view but Fairford air base buildings can be picked out.

Geography aspects tell me that close to Cricklade the A419 crosses three rivers, The Reay, The Key and of course the Thames. Are they correct?

Both of us let out a quiet cheer when the sign “Welcome to Gloucestershire” is passed.

The next landmark is the best. It is the tower of St John Baptist Parish Church of the capital of the Cotswolds. We are home.