For me, nothing stirs the soul like the wonderful burbling popping noises as I drive over the South Downs on a frosty morning.
You may say that's irrational but (in the words of Tom Stoppard) "- so is a nicely kept garden, or a lover's favour, or a home for stray dogs ... if rationality were the criterion for things being allowed to exist, the world would be one gigantic field of soya beans!"
