Cadent are digging up the lane which runs through the village. They’re laying in a new gas main right down the middle of the lane. Obviously they’ve closed the land, there are three of these ROAD CLOSED signs on the northern approaches and another three on the southern approaches. That photo is one of the ones on the southern approach.
It’s amusing watching the people who feel ROAD CLOSED signs don’t apply to them as they reach the portacabins, deep trenches, large lengths of pipes and heavy equipment which have, quite clearly, blocked the road. Sheepishly the wannabe transgressors do 5-point turns and head off back for the very long way around.
However I didn’t realise there are a group of road users for whom ROAD CLOSED actually means ‘but not you, bonny lads and lasses, you just plough on through’. Cyclists. Now this isn’t going to turn into an anti-cyclist rant, but the other day I was walking down the pavement which runs alongside the closed road when a MAMIL came blasting through at >20MPH and shouted ‘COMING THROUGH’ at the workmen who were, um, working. What a cnut, I thought. I asked the chap who had swiftly moved aside if that happens often. A couple of times a day, he said.
Obviously I need to reread the Highway Code to see what else I’ve missed because cyclists being exempt ROAD CLOSED notifications is a new one on me.
Not all cyclists are like that, I’m sure.
There are a few bad apples in all walks of life, but the two-wheels brigade do seem to have more than their fair share, it has to be said.
And MAMIL? You’re gonna have to help me with that one.
MAMIL = Middle Aged Man In Lycra