Last Friday we jumped in the car to drive down to Somerset and see our daughter and grandson. It is about 90 miles and quite a pleasant journey down to Newport and then onwards to Bristol and the M5.
Well, it didn’t start very well.
Less than five miles from home we joined a short queue of traffic going very slowly. The cause was a pair of travellers’ caravans being pulled by a single horse. They were the traditional caravans, and they are really nice to see…
…but they were going very slowly….
…and the road has very few passing places.
Anyway, we crawled along, and the traffic was building up behind us, and no one ahead appeared to be making attempts to overtake. Then we realised the problem was even worse, as there was a van following the second caravan that was a part of their convoy. The two caravans and the motor van were quite close together meaning that any overtaking would have to be all three of them.
We were following a large work’s vehicle, so our view of the road ahead was almost impossible, but madness took over eventually with some drivers behind us risking their lives (and others) by overtaking not just the travellers’ vehicles, but several other cars as well. Finally the madness ended with a full blown lorry carrying trees took on the 50 to 60 metre overtake with his horn sounding.
This seemed to spur on the others in front to make some headway, and eventually we got to the front of the queue and passed them.
Now we discovered there were actually three more traveller families on pony and traps, and they were close together as well. At least it didn’t take us too long to get by and we sped up to our normal pace.
This queue had taken about twenty minutes to get past.
I have no objection to travellers, especially these people with more traditional transport, but they weren’t doing their reputation any good. We passed by a number of parking areas where they could have pulled in, and were too close together to allow safe overtaking.
Anyway, the blood pressure went back down and our journey went so much more smoothly. Sadly the M5 was very busy and the last 30 miles of our trip was again very slow.
When we did arrive at our daughter’s house we had a lovely two or three hours catching up on what has been happening. Our grandson grows so quickly and he was showing off all the things he can now do. He started at a proper school two weeks ago and seems to be enjoying every minute.
Lynsey cooked us a lovely meal, and then we watched as Oliver make his first attempts on his bicycle without stabilisers. It didn’t go too successfully that evening, but the next day we had a short video clip on Facebook showing him cycling properly.
It was time to go home and we set off again up the M5 towards Bristol. The traffic was nowhere near as bad although it was busy around the city. By the time we got home we were both tired and my legs were aching from sitting in the car for so long.
There wasn’t very long before we had our supper before getting an early night.
As I sat munching a small cheese sandwich, I noticed what I thought was a crumb of chees on the plate and popped it into my mouth. As I bit into it I realised it was not cheese, it was my statin pill.
Too late to do anything about it, I had to complete the chewing and swallowing process.
I can now warn everyone that statins are FOUL!!!
I was left with a disgusting taste in my mouth for more than an hour.
Along with my unplanned visit to the hospital, there have been a few uncomfortable moments this week.
Oh, and the evenings are getting dark so very quick, and it is feeling much colder.
It was a superb summer though!