sandie seward
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My trip to Bath.Drove to Bath from my home in Essex yesterday, first part of the journey (along the Northern section of the M25 and along the M4 to Swindon), was done in appalling conditions, torrential rain and pretty windy too.
However, by the time we had reached Junction 18 our turn off to Bath, the sun was shining and it had turned into a lovely late Autumn afternoon.
Bath looked great in the sunshine, and once I had found where I had to go (I was collecting a piece of equipment for my home studio), we had a pleasant
enough drive back towards London...until we reached Junction Three of the M4 then signs were flashing warning of "Congestion". They weren't joking either.
The motorway was down to one lane because of a series of accidents, one involving about eight cars!
Now, the standard of motorway driving is appalling at almost anytime, but yesterday afternoon it seemed that all the idiots were out at once, and quite a few of them met their matches on Saturday afternoon!!!!
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Nile
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Yes it sure gets frustrating at times. It seems all at once every bad driver is behind the wheel.
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sandie seward
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I think that one of the reasons why there was so much traffic is that the schools are on "Half-Term" Holidays and kids were being ferried around by their frustrated and distracted parents. "Dad, are we there yet?" this after about ten minuets driving!!!! 
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Andrew
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| sandie seward wrote: | | I think that one of the reasons why there was so much traffic is that the schools are on "Half-Term" Holidays and kids were being ferried around by their frustrated and distracted parents. "Dad, are we there yet?" this after about ten minuets driving!!!! |
I found the cure when my lot were at that stage - I had a Grand Voyager with the built in DVD player. they were all in big separate seats so they couldn't fight and they had movies to watch - they still all listened to their Walkmans/Discmans/iPods (changed over the years) but at least they were quiet. As a result I know the soundtracks to a dozen movies off by heart that I hardly know by sight. The ones they watched over and over again were an odd choice, High Society and Shrek were the favourites. I've got teenage kids that think Satchmo, Bing and Sinatra are gods!
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