Foolish Choices
RAF Brize Norton is a bit west of Oxford and south of the M40. My lovely (not) GPS had taken me from the M4 at Healthrow north to the M40 yesterday morning before routing me around Robinhood’s barn to get there.
Today, on the return, I was gong to be more sensible. I planned on going south and a bit east, cutting across country to the A34, then south to the M4 and east to my usual exit right near Bracknell.
130 km turned into a 4 hour trek. The going was not always fast, but it was not painful till I got on the M4 heading toward London.
Some foolish person or another, as it turned out, became confused in a construction zone. They managed to hit the barriers on both sides of the road before taking out five other cars before flipping their van up on its side facing the wrong direction. Needless to say, it took more than a few minutes to clear out the mess which was compounded by the fact that several idiots in the other direction managed to have themselves a complete tangle secondary to viewing the accident rather than watching their side of the road.
I crawled in the door four hours after I left, made myself a thermos of cider and climbed into bed.
I will deal with the world in the morning when I feel better.