This week, the Warwickshire players face eight days on the road, playing first at Colwyn Bay and then travelling directly to Trent Bridge.
It is an aspect of the cricket season that is unavoidable and one that divides opinion amongst the players. Some love hopping from one hotel to the next, not having to worry about tidying one's room, having food on tap, and immersing themselves in the cricket.
Others find living out of a suitcase has only limited appeal and miss family and loved ones. Steve Harmison is a famous example of a player who has had problems adjusting to this demand on a professional cricketer.
Personally, I enjoy the experience. The hotels are generally excellent and I look forward to the company of my team mates after play. There is nothing more satisfying than having played well and returning to the hotel bar to discuss the prospects and reflect on a good day's work. It is something of an anachronism in today's modern sport, the contemplative pint at the end of the day.
I also enjoy the opportunity to become fully engrossed in the game, to digest the state of play and to prepare for the following day. I feel I do this more when away from the natural distractions of home life, although this same opportunity can become a bind during a period of bad form, making it more difficult for a player to relax and to take their mind off the game.
It can also be one of the most straightforward ways to get to know new members of the team and to encourage the social bonds that knit a team together. Sharing a room fosters cooperation and understanding, although these qualities are not always demonstrated and can lead to the odd grumble at breakfast as the unfortunate room mate recounts his tale of woe.
In fact, breakfast is an odd time for me when on away trips. At home, I can just about manage a bowl of cereal in the morning, yet when faced with the gamut of options on the breakfast bar, I develop an insatiable appetite and leave for the ground feeling as though I need to be rolled to the car.
The worst scenario whilst away from home is the game which is so badly affected by rain that you leave the ground at lunchtime. Filling the day becomes frustrating, and in my case expensive, as shopping becomes a method to relieve the boredom.
Hotel rooms seem to take on a soulless atmosphere, as though they were not designed for daytime occupation. There are only so many DVDs you can watch, books you can read, and trips to the gym you can make, before teeth-grinding tedium sets in.
I am very grateful that Warwickshire is centrally located, and that I don't have the long trips that the Durham or Somerset players have to endure. Stuck in traffic on a warm day is not appealing nor is the prospect of a long journey home, which perhaps explains the exuberant driving styles of some players and the collection of penalty points which accumulates during the season.
Away trips can become part of a team's folk lore, with exploits on and off the field forging reputations, and the manner in which each player deals with the challenges associated with these trips is a vital part of a team's success.