The M25 car park

BC9P3M Congested M25 Motorway at Junction 14, Greater London, England, United Kingdom. Image shot 2009. Exact date unknown.
BC9P3M Congested M25 Motorway at Junction 14, Greater London, England, United Kingdom. Image shot 2009. Exact date unknown.

I went to visit a close family member last week and had to go via the M25 (for those of you not in the UK, this is the main orbital car park ring road around London that was created to stop everyone going through it).  My satnav gleefully informed me at the start of my journey that I’d be there within 2 hours and 45 mins.

The M25 was a good idea at the time of its inception.  Shame whoever thought it up didn’t allow for the fact that cars and lorries might actually deign to use it.  It goes, in parts, from two lanes to three, sometimes four and on occasion, six and (this is the key part) there are ALWAYS roadworks.

I was travelling half way around it and for the majority of that journey the roadworks meant that there was an average speed limit of 50mph.  50mph! I ask you!  On a motorway!  Now my little car would be hard put to reach the national speed limit (70mph for those who don’t know) but the sad fact was that it would have been good to be able to get to 50mph. Much of the never-ending journey was spent travelling between 0 and 20mph because it rained.

Ok, that’s not quite how it was – it poured – it teemed down – don’t get me started on cats and dogs – it made it impossible to see where the lanes were (which was good fun along the assault course that the people conducting the roadworks had laid out) and there is always that one idiot swerving between lanes making people jump on their brakes, just so he could see if he could get there ahead of everyone else by aquaplaning joyfully (yes, Mr Audi man – I am talking about you and your dodgem car ‘skills’).

So, it took over 2 1/2 hours to complete a maximum one hour journey and I still had a damn long way to go after that.

So, I pulled off the M25 with a stiff back and shoulders expecting to be able to gleefully actually drive. No such luck.  The M3 was bolloxed also at a standstill due to sodding essential repairs to the road.  Oh, and the rain had flooded the inside lane…


(On a brighter note, the return journey only took three and a half!)

Grab yourself a copy of  The Seelie Princess and treat the children.

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