I’ve been to work today.
I know: shock, horror!
I had to be in Crawley in Kent by mid-morning and so I dragged the kids out of bed nice and early. Bless, ‘em, they got themselves ready without any fuss (for a change) and I managed to get them round to the child minder’s at the scheduled time.
And then I set off apace for the motorway. My journey was only about 90 miles, but it meant travelling on the M25. On a Monday morning. Which is why I wanted an early start.
I never even got as far as the M1 before I ground to a halt. The traffic was horrendous. It took me 15 minutes to drive a short length of the A505… a piece of road that I could walk in 2 minutes.
Finally, I reached the M1 and within 5 minutes was stationary again.
And again.
And a-bloody-gain.
Eventually, I reached the M25 and I decided that travelling clockwise offered the best chance of me getting out of a low gear.
For a change, I was right and I managed to whizz round. Even the Dartford Tunnel/Bridge only offered a little resistance.
But then we ground to a halt, just after junction 5 and crawled all the way up to junction 7 at an interminably slow pace.
Eventually, I reached my destination, after driving for just over three hours. That means I averaged just 30MPH for the whole journey!
The journey home was better… but not by much. I won’t bore you with it.
But, I’m not going in tomorrow… I need a break.
I came down the M1 fairly early this morning. It was a rubbish journey, all lanes of the motorway were filled with morons.
I turned off just after Northampton, and came down the A43. Then the B430 into Ardley then through Middleton Stoney, then onto the A4095 through Kirtlington, Enslow, then on past London Oxford Airport (snigger), past the hoof-end of Blenheim Palace, Bladon, Long Hanborough, and in to Witney.
I love road numbers, me.
I guess it’s probably just rubbing salt in the wounds if I was to tell you that, for me, home to work is less than a mile?
It would be?
Oh well, forget I ever mentioned it
Ouch! And I bet you run there, Marie!
I like road numbers too, Bren, apart from M1, M25, M6, M11…
Go by train. Really. Even though that’s getting stupidly expensive like Royal Mail!
Trouble is, when you have tools and laptops to carry, it’s more of a strain to take the train.
I spent 10 years in Nottib=ngham and experienced city centre driving everyday. I used the motorways too – mainly the A1 and M1 to travel home to my parents in the school holidays (I was a primary school teacher) In 1986 my dad died and I returned home to North Yorkshire where I met my now husband. We live on the North York Moors now and I find I do not have any confidence on the main roads. Hubby has a motorbike a CB1300 and we tour on that – but avoid motorways. I dont envy you, today it is snowing and I am happy to be in for the night now. Stocked up (wine in fridge for tonight) and Bing asleep at my feet. Its rough up North! lol! (PS Uploaded video of Bing on my Blog)
Oh yes, I’ve driven in Nottingham city centre during peak times and it is nothing short of horrendous.
No snow down here… yet!
I am so glad that I am retired!