There was a Young Lady of Dorking,
Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
But its colour and size,
So bedazzled her eyes,
That she very soon went back to Dorking.
Looking forward, looking back, on my way to work. This is, unbelievably, the National Capital of an advanced economy. Here I plod over State Circle directly across the road from Parliament House, just after 9.00 am on a weekday morning and there is no traffic whatsoever on the roads. School's in and the good car parks have gone, so most workers would be hunched over their desks. Still, it seems remarkable that there is such grand infrastructure in such a small city. Does this make it soul-less (as it has been oft accused and does on occasion feel)? Or are we lucky to enjoy so little traffic and commotion?