The perils of driving over a Bank Holiday
If you ever see me driving on a major trunk road on a Bank Holiday weekend (including the Friday) you have my permission to shoot me.
Ever since we had a journey from hell driving to a family golf day in Wiltshire, SWMBO and I have said we would NEVER drive ANYWHERE again on a Bank Holiday weekend Friday.
The golf day was scheduled for the Saturday of the early May Bank Holiday weekend in 2000 so we set off on the Friday afternoon “to miss the traffic”. Unfortunately no-one had told the other motorists on the M11, M25, M3 and A303 that we were trying to avoid heavy traffic and it ended up taking about eight hours instead of three and a half.
For the next 21 years we managed to avoid Bank Holiday travel. Until, that is, the last late August weekend.
I worked out it would take about four and a half hours (five with a stop) to drive from deepest Suffolk to Skipton in Yorkshire for a 50th wedding anniversary do.
So we left home at 10am, looking forward to settling into our hotel mid-afternoon for a relaxing couple of hours before joining our friends for a meal early evening in a country pub a few miles from Skipton.
As the journey went from bad to worse we rang the hotel and said we’d be late checking in as we’d decided to go straight to the pub.
We eventually got to the pub at 8pm. All the other revellers had eaten (the meal was at 6pm as there were three children in the party) and we checked into our hotel at about 10pm.
As I said, you have my permission to shoot. But please make it quick.
Ever since we had a journey from hell driving to a family golf day in Wiltshire, SWMBO and I have said we would NEVER drive ANYWHERE again on a Bank Holiday weekend Friday.
The golf day was scheduled for the Saturday of the early May Bank Holiday weekend in 2000 so we set off on the Friday afternoon “to miss the traffic”. Unfortunately no-one had told the other motorists on the M11, M25, M3 and A303 that we were trying to avoid heavy traffic and it ended up taking about eight hours instead of three and a half.
For the next 21 years we managed to avoid Bank Holiday travel. Until, that is, the last late August weekend.
I worked out it would take about four and a half hours (five with a stop) to drive from deepest Suffolk to Skipton in Yorkshire for a 50th wedding anniversary do.
So we left home at 10am, looking forward to settling into our hotel mid-afternoon for a relaxing couple of hours before joining our friends for a meal early evening in a country pub a few miles from Skipton.
As the journey went from bad to worse we rang the hotel and said we’d be late checking in as we’d decided to go straight to the pub.
We eventually got to the pub at 8pm. All the other revellers had eaten (the meal was at 6pm as there were three children in the party) and we checked into our hotel at about 10pm.
As I said, you have my permission to shoot. But please make it quick.
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