Wednesday, January 31, 2018

My Daily Terror

Jim very kindly picks me up from the railway station each evening. So when he's not here I have to brave the bus.

In the summer this is fine, the bus stop is only about 400m from home. But in the winter...

There are no pavements on our lane. No lights either. There's a bend halfway down so you can't be seen until a car is about 10m from you. Drivers assume no one will be walking here so go over the speed limit as they use our lane as a rat run.

So I do not look forward to my 10 minutes of hell each evening. When I hop on to the safety of our drive I breath a sigh of relief. Roll on British Summer Time!

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