Motorway madness

Went off to a Braseria not far from Bridgend for lunch, today.  I was meeting most of the people I did my (part-time) training for the ministry with.  We are a gang of six, but one of us has decamped to the north of England so it’s been a while since we’ve been able to see her in person.  The rest of us, plus spouses, meet as often as we can; it used to be every couple of months or so, but as time has gone on our meetings have become fewer and farther between, what with work commitments (for those of us still doing the day job) plus church commitments plus (for some) the advent of grandchildren and new childcaring responsibilities …

Anyway, seven of us met for lunch and had a very enjoyable time.  As is usually the case, we were the last to leave the restaurant, at around 3.45 p.m.  Having seen the Bank Holiday/half term weekend queues of traffic heading west on my way there, I anticipated some delays on the way home; what I didn’t anticipate was the idiocy of whoever was controlling the overhead motorway signs.

There had been some sort of an accident at Junction 44.  I heard about it on the radio so I wasn’t surprised when the traffic ground to a halt at Port Talbot.  What did surprise me was the overhead sign telling those of us in the outside lane to get into the middle lane, which was almost at a standstill because of traffic filtering in from the left.  I started to obey by putting my indicator on, but I couldn’t see any obstruction ahead and the traffic in the outside lane was moving fairly freely so I changed my mind.  Sure enough, once I got past Junction 44 the signs changed to a simple indication of a recommended speed limit and we all sorted ourselves out and sped on to the end of the M4.  So what was the point of trying to force people into two lanes when they could quite happily have carried on in three?

I expect there is a reasonable explanation which I shall never discover.  In the meantime, being local, I avoided all the other traffic jams (which we were still being warned about) by turning off at Pont Abraham and taking a very enjoyable and scenic cross-country route which got me home by 5.30. 

Here’s a picture of something I saw on the way.  Sorry about the telegraph wire but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Dryslwyn Castle, Carmarthenshire

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