Coming Home

We had a slight delay on our journey home today as the M5 northbound was closed and all traffic from the M4 was being diverted onto the A38.
Getting our map book out, we continued on the M4 to the next junction and got on to the B roads.
One thing about a GPS is it never knows where to send you automatically on a road closure.
We weren’t the only ones doing it the old-fashioned way though as I saw passengers in both cars in front of us leaning over back seats to retrieve road atlases.

With Hubby driving, it was down to me to find an alternative route home, as not knowing how much of the M5 was actually affected as there had been NOTHING on the road traffic reports following the fatal collision on Saturday, the idea was to avoid the motorway altogether.

We were doing OK until we had to join the A38 for a while, and traffic was almost at a standstill. It was pointless trying to keep on it, so about three miles up, I told Hubby to take a right and we headed East along a very minor road which was little more than a single track.
The two cars in front of us stayed on the main road.

Coming into Wotton Under Edge, there was a road closure and diversion, so that scuppered my route and I had to find another way.
What a game! It looked like we may be able to get back on track but on turning left came bonnet to bonnet with a 4X4, so we backed up and continued forward.
After a little wiggle via a couple of B roads, we finally got on the A46 towards Stroud.
Yet another diversion (or was it all the diverted traffic signs from previous diversions finally meeting up, we weren’t sure) so we wiggled again, and eventually found ourselves in familiar territory.

In all, it took over three hours to get home.
Hell, we could’ve made it to the new house in that time!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to Coming Home

  1. scifihammy says:

    I was constantly surprised on my recent UK trip just how long it took to get anywhere. There is way more traffic than when I used to live there in the 70’s!

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