Every Which Way………….. or not

We’ve clocked up another 340 miles househunting today, and seen some scenery that most people miss on their travels. Well, we were off the beaten track………… literally.

On the way home, there was a traffic accident involving three vehicles. One was across the road blocking it in both directions and two others had hit it head on from each side.
No-one appeared to be badly hurt, but the Plod arrived and traffic was redirected.
Sadly for the bus and coach in front of us, they weren’t going anywhere as they were simply too big.

We were told to turn left, follow the road to the top and turn right, which would loop us round to about half a mile in front of our present position.
Several cars set off, us included.
It was a single track road with passing places every half mile or so. Not really problematic when everyone is going in the same direction.
That is until someone comes the other way, having been the first of the directees and finding there is no way out as directed.
There followed three other vehicles coming down who didn’t push the point and waited until those of us coming up were out of the way.

Hubby decided to take a right and head off into the woods which looked promising.
A mile on we came to a dead end in a little copse, which was very pretty and secluded, so we had to turn round and go back.
Turning left now to get back on the single track, half a mile down we were faced with reversing lights as four vehicles in front of us now were coming up the road backwards trying to make room for those still coming up after redirection. We had no choice but to do the same to the point where we had originally turned right which was a large parking area of some kind.

What followed was a comedy of errors like something out of the Italian Job movie, with cars going off in all directions trying to find a way out.
We turned round and ignoring the right turn (which three vehicles had now taken) continued forward. We were actually following a little white car that seemed to know where he was going………….. we think.
We met a farmer in his truck coming down, in the right direction I might add, who commented on the amount of traffic. We explained about the accident, and the fact that we had all been diverted by an Army Officer no less, up the MOD track.
He laughed, and asked if we knew where we were or where we were going. I gave him an emphatic No on both counts, and he laughed even louder.
He kindly gave us directions, all right turns, and thanking him, we set off again. The little white car was now well out of sight so we were on our own.

Over the cattle grid and faced with sheep loose in the road, we travelled for a few miles seeing no right turns and no other cars. Then suddenly a 4X4 we had passed earlier passed us again going in the other direction, shortly followed by another vehicle.
We saw the white car in the distance so carried on, and looking across the plain (we were actually on the MOD’s shooting range) saw about 20 vehicles on the horizon in a neat little row.
Down in the valley, we lost sight of them, and the white car had turned off in the opposite direction to where we wanted to go.

At a crossroads, we saw a much needed road sign and were able to find where we were on the map. The GPS had done us pretty well to begin with, but we had lost the signal and even that had shut up shop now.

We eventually joined the main road, following a truck and two army jeeps, who for all we know may have been sent out as a search party, or worse, security for trespassing and might have to shoot us. The scenery was all very nice, but double hairpin bends, single tracks with a sheer drop on one side, and having no idea where we were or where we were going, well, let’s just say this ‘joy ride’ was one of the most worrisome.

Anyway, I was glad it happened on the way home, even if our detour did take us an extra hour and a half and god knows how many miles out of our way.

Note:
We viewed four properties today.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth for jelly babies or fruit pastilles. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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