A couple of weeks ago my daughter decided she’d like to see us (after some prodding from her old man, obviously).
But how to safely transport a 22-year old Law student from Torquay to Nottingham, avoiding unnecessary contact with the dipsticks that are the general public, in this time of plague?
Well, you drive it,
So on the Saturday I drove the ten-hour round trip to south Devon and back to Nottingham. That’s just shy of 500 miles.
And the following Saturday I undertook the same ten-hour round trip.
The only thing I will say about it is the pace of motorway traffic from just north of Bristol south to halfway between Weston Super Mare and Exeter is deeply suspicious.
I mean, two consecutive Saturdays, exactly the same bottleneck, exactly the same start point, exactly the same end point, exactly the same clear motorway (no breakdowns, no crashes)…
What the hell?