"Love thy neighbour..."

Or, "The Growing Charms of West Byfleet..."

I love a golfing trip as much as the next person. A handful of times, this has meant boarding a plane - carefully cramming all the precious kit into a flight bag only to watch it drift away across the baggage racks. More often, and particularly of late, it has been a case of an early alarm, and weaving my way across the empty roads of a fresh English mo…