M6 mania

Last Thursday we packed the kids and dog in The Mighty Berlingo (pronounced berrrLin-Goooo!) and headed for my parents place in Gatley, which is just south of Manchester. As with previous journeys I started to get stressed on the approach to Birmingham. It seems that none of the roadworks that wound me up six months earlier are any nearer completion. So on top of the driving rain, occassional snow-drifts and arguing kids we’re packed liked sardines into lanes that appear to be narrowing while the artics hang closer on to our bumpers. By the time I get to final dash (J15 – J20 M6 northbound is the 5th worst place to drive in the UK according to the RAC) I am barking. It really is complete insane. But like a party that went too far, we get up the next morning and wipe it from our collective consciousness. Until next time.

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