23 June 1999
We’ve been about a bit. Elaine has hired a car for this week because she’s at a school almost every day and none of them is on a bus route. Today it’s Hitchen, so that’s about an hour away because of how slowly you have to drive to get there. Oh, it’s diabolical! Many of the roads here are just two-way, but cars can park on both sides of the road, almost closing it off. One car has to stop and let opposing traffic come past the parked cars, and then on you go for a while again. It’s a nonsense having a middle line, because with the cars parked, there is often only the narrowest of single lanes available.
Lovely, lovely little villages; beautiful countryside but the roads are terrible and there’s always a car right up your tail-pipe. Like driving in Auckland in that way – no matter what you’re trying to do, or which sign-post you want to read – it’s always in a strange place, and there’s always someone beeping at you to hurry up and make up your mind.
Better go, it’s 2:30 and Hitchen is an hour away.