Pet Hate (another) when at 6 a.m. on a back road you come across a set of demented traffic lights on a timer and are forced to sit and wait while the mechanical brain ticks over. Then onto the M8, heading for Glasgow and of course first three vehicles to pass me were white van men - God know how some of theses guys keep their driving licences.
Met Mr BBBBBBBBEEEEDUNK in Glasgow before heading off southwards on the M74 / M6 - just where do all these lorries come from - there was a time when the government were trying to get goods off the roads and onto the rail system - fat chance , there is more and more on the road. First problem was a massive / ginormous tractor being transported on the back of an even bigger transporter - followed by long queues.
Next - queue - having listened on the radio for three hours about an accident at J23 / M56 where two lanes were blocked and there were hold ups, I eventually had no option but to join the queue at J25 - some eleven miles north of the accident .
Someone asked why I never took a passenger with me - the answer being that a passenger would go deaf with my expletives - dash / darn it/ blow me down, etc. and having the window open to let the hot air out - (running the heater to stop the engine overheating) my fellow motorists were sharing in my delight at being held up.
Cut a long story short, it took me one hour to travel the five miles to my turn off at J21A, poor souls who had to travel past the accident, at least two hours plus, bet there were a few who did not make Manchester Airport in time. So I was the lucky one, off and rolling and made it to the office at Risley in time for a well needed cuppa. Then homewards, and guess what, Queue 3- near Lancaster - roads were busier than usual, so that was another twenty minutes just trying to get into the roadwords - some folks just cannot read the road.
Never mind, it was a nice day and I was taking the short route back via Moffat and Broughton and the road in front of me was totally deserted so no delays on this section. Made it home having taken nearly two hours longer than usual for this trip. The second photo is of the Mail Coach Monument which is about 1/4 mile past the top of the Devil's Beeftub at \cross Burn, Moffat. It was erected in 1931 to commemmorate the deaths of two coachmen who died of exposeure near the spot in a bad snowstorm on 1st February 1831, and who are buried in the Moffat Graveyard
Two days in the Mercat Bar, early openings and having fun with the many tourists who are still visiting the City, have had folks from UAS, Canada, South America, Italy, Spain, France, Denmark, Finland, Japan, (England) lots of Irish coming in off the morning "red eye" from Dublin - dead interesting finding out where they are from and what they are going to do.
Bar has been busy, especially Friday (pay day) when we were hammered all day.
Due to working, have missed John Lynch's installation into the Chair or the RA at Lauder, pity, as I was looking forward to it - but hopefully he has enjoyed the Installation and I look forward to getting down there in the future.
Met Mr BBBBBBBBEEEEDUNK in Glasgow before heading off southwards on the M74 / M6 - just where do all these lorries come from - there was a time when the government were trying to get goods off the roads and onto the rail system - fat chance , there is more and more on the road. First problem was a massive / ginormous tractor being transported on the back of an even bigger transporter - followed by long queues.
Next - queue - having listened on the radio for three hours about an accident at J23 / M56 where two lanes were blocked and there were hold ups, I eventually had no option but to join the queue at J25 - some eleven miles north of the accident .
Someone asked why I never took a passenger with me - the answer being that a passenger would go deaf with my expletives - dash / darn it/ blow me down, etc. and having the window open to let the hot air out - (running the heater to stop the engine overheating) my fellow motorists were sharing in my delight at being held up.
Cut a long story short, it took me one hour to travel the five miles to my turn off at J21A, poor souls who had to travel past the accident, at least two hours plus, bet there were a few who did not make Manchester Airport in time. So I was the lucky one, off and rolling and made it to the office at Risley in time for a well needed cuppa. Then homewards, and guess what, Queue 3- near Lancaster - roads were busier than usual, so that was another twenty minutes just trying to get into the roadwords - some folks just cannot read the road.
Never mind, it was a nice day and I was taking the short route back via Moffat and Broughton and the road in front of me was totally deserted so no delays on this section. Made it home having taken nearly two hours longer than usual for this trip. The second photo is of the Mail Coach Monument which is about 1/4 mile past the top of the Devil's Beeftub at \cross Burn, Moffat. It was erected in 1931 to commemmorate the deaths of two coachmen who died of exposeure near the spot in a bad snowstorm on 1st February 1831, and who are buried in the Moffat Graveyard
Two days in the Mercat Bar, early openings and having fun with the many tourists who are still visiting the City, have had folks from UAS, Canada, South America, Italy, Spain, France, Denmark, Finland, Japan, (England) lots of Irish coming in off the morning "red eye" from Dublin - dead interesting finding out where they are from and what they are going to do.
Bar has been busy, especially Friday (pay day) when we were hammered all day.
Due to working, have missed John Lynch's installation into the Chair or the RA at Lauder, pity, as I was looking forward to it - but hopefully he has enjoyed the Installation and I look forward to getting down there in the future.
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