My commute to work this morning took two hours longer than usual.<\/p>\n
Those two hours were spent sitting on the M6, listening to heavy rock CDs, wondering what the fuck was going on, moaning to myself about how inaccurate the Radio 2 travel news was (“two lanes shut, delays of up to 50 minutes” – wrong on both counts!), looking at the helicopter traffic, and inwardly cursing the idiot who couldn’t drive and who had caused the three-lane traffic jam.<\/p>\n
When the traffic eventually started moving (and how bored was I getting of Iron Maiden and AC\/DC by then!), I eventually crawled past the scene of the accident.<\/p>\n
It’s difficult to tell precisely what happened, but it looked like an articulated lorry and a car had a 90-degree collision at high speed.<\/p>\n
And the remains of the car, and what was left of the lorry, were in a field, being eyed suspiciously by some coloured horses.<\/p>\n
The pile-up looked immensely serious; the force of impact had almost welded the two vehicles together, even though they were now resting in a field,\u00a0about 100m off the carriageway.<\/p>\n
And as I drove slowly past the wreckage I thought what a selfish bastard I’d been.<\/p>\n
Moaning to myself about the delay.<\/p>\n
Wailing inwardly about the two lost hours.<\/p>\n
When just over there, where I was passing, someone – or several someones – had been involved in a very serious, probably life-threatening, accident.<\/p>\n
I put away those selfish thoughts of earlier.<\/p>\n
And I hoped they were alright.<\/p>\n
I still do.<\/p>\n
I shot this, on the carriageway, before I put away my selfish attitude:<\/p>\n