I’ve been wanting to change the theme of my blog for some time now, but a bit worried that I might mess up my lay-out and lose some important stuff. I’m not a technical person and don’t really know anything about html, but I really, really want to see some changes here soon.
Perhaps when little T is back in school. At the moment, its Easter break here in the UK. That means two whole weeks of wracking your brains to come up with different ways to entertain the little bosses. We were supposed to go away and visit a close friend in Brighton, sadly, the husband is just way too busy to get away even for a few days, so that lives me and little T house-bound.
Every year I promise my husband that this will be the year I’m going to learn how to drive. But the truth is, the small country lanes down here in Cornwall petrify me. They are small, winding and very long. And during the tourist season, these small lanes are filled with huge-enormous tourist buses that look like the kind of buses which famous bands use when on-tour in the States. That kind. Not to mention, the caravans, and drivers whom my husband would call (weekend-drivers). He claims these drivers are usually city-dwellers who commute to work via the tube or cab and only drive during the weekends. You’ll see them down here, usually driving in the middle of the road or seemingly forgetting to click on their signals, so yes, you have to double guess where exactly they are heading or have to be very quick to hit your brakes.
Here’s a sample of a typical country-lane in our side of England. Okay fine, it’s just a side-road, but most B roads are similar to this one and can barely hold two cars driving in opposite directions, let alone a huge tourist bus. The A roads are bigger of course, but it’s the B roads that keeps me up at night. And you need to go through the B roads to get in and out of our little village by the sea. Did I mention the death-defying winding-roads?
So each year I promise him “This is it. When we come back from our summer holiday abroad. I will definitely book-in my sessions”. Our lovely hairdresser down in the village advised me that the best time to learn how to drive here in Cornwall is during the winter season. There are no scary tourist buses around and caravans. Now whether I go through with it or not, is a different story. Thank goodness my husband is very patient with me.
How do you find driving in small country-lanes?
What’s your main pet-peeve as a driver?