The journey to the recent Marie Curie Charity Lunch was incident packed.
First I caught up with a very big car transporter that filled the road. For ten miles I hung onto its tail. Ten miles without an opportunity to overtake. When finally the driver turned off, I was faced with yet another hurdle. This time it was a Canada Goose in front of me. Seriously!
It was near a traffic island and I got the feeling the poor bird was unable to fly because it was scooting along on webbed feet trying not to get run down. The motorists were very good, they all went out of their way (where possible) to avoid him.
Moving on, I came to some traffic lights. A three lane stop, one for turning left, one for right, and one for straight across. I wanted the middle one and so did the cyclist ahead of me. Left and right didn’t have a problem, unlike piggy in the middle (me) that had to wait while the cyclist got going … slowly. All this at a busy junction!
Moving on again. It was on a fairly clear, narrow road that I saw the fearless paper collector. You know the sort of person, man armed with a tool that spears bits of paper and puts them in a bag. He was in the middle of the road, totally engrossed in what he was doing and apparently unaware that he was a hindrance. Another hold up! I agree it’s a worthwhile task but why do it when I’m on the road?
Every time I do the journey I vow to get a picture of the low flying aircraft heading for the airport and this morning I saw a beauty… it was so low it almost touched the roof of the car. Slight exaggeration, of course, but it really was low. And what happened? Nothing! The camera couldn’t be reached and anyway I couldn’t take a picture whilst driving.
Oh and I forgot to mention that it was raining.
I'm out for the day today, folks, so may not be able to visit your lovely blogs. Heehee I won't be driving. A bunch of us are going by coach to Stratford-upon-Avon, to see the refurbished splendour of the Shakespeare Theatre. Hope to get pictures to show you. Ciao.