A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
You can make out there the motorway I was about to go under about a hundred yards away. It alway's makes me feel slightly smug when I'm rolling along on the quietest country lanes, past fragrant wild flowers and flitting butterflies to suddenly come across lots of angry sounding motorists dashing along with thousands of other motorists dashing along.
I was just a fraction too late taking this photo, a moment before and all three horses where facing inwards their noses touching. Chatting perhaps.