Harry Mount

Not owning a car

Driving in London sometimes makes sense. Owning a car there is madness

On two occasions, sainted members of my family have offered me a car for nothing. Both times, I turned them down — and not out of selflessness or for green reasons.

I said no because I knew it would mean me sitting still in a metal box for hundreds more hours every year.

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