Sunday, September 06, 2009

Rule Britannia 4

This is the sort of thing SH and I would have seen as we drove across the Peak District today if we hadn't been too busy fearing death as we tried to go around the bicyclists who insisted on racing on the narrow, without a shoulder, curvy roads. But instead, we tensed our shoulder muscles and hoped that all would make it out alive.

Of course these are not my photos. We would have had to pull over on the side of the road for me to take a picture. Remember the part about narrow, no-shoulder, windy roads? No place to pull over to take a photo. No place to pull over if you miss your exit. No place to pull over if you make a mistake. If you misread the map. One must just shoulder on without grumbling and be happy where one ends up.

See what I mean about no space?

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