My life of late has required me to drive frequently, sometimes with great haste between my home at Dinnington and my parents at Cramlington both on the north edge of Newcastle. This outer ring road is straightforward with minimal junctions nor hazard other than the rolling roadblock that presents itself on each journey.
In normal times this is represented by the old git driving his Honda / Toyota at pedestrian pace between those excellent establishments with food and beer that I would love to visit had I the time. Easily identified by the hat worn whilst driving and the cushions on the back shelf I have always despaired when pulling up behind. Perhaps they should speed up as they will shortly do what my father has just done.
Then there's the motorcycle or hgv learners being introduced to life in the quiet lane where they can do little damage other than squander my time. Are there not enough vacant industrial estates for them to ply their trade?
But now a new phenomena in the school holidays. The visitor to Northumberlandia often in a people carrier and with kids in tow but unable to read even the most basic road signage. Poor kids taken to view huge tits of grass by mothers with lovely big milky white..........sorry I got distracted.
But low or should it be slow it is now harvest and every farmer is leading grain to Delaval and bales of straw apparently just back and forward for the sake of it. No wonder they can't make a living with kit worth thousands used but once a year to cut / transport low value product to central distributors who rake in the profit.
So if travelling in my locality you get a Blue Nissan Note up your tail gate get a fucking move on although frankly it's too late to make any difference.
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