Of course, having written yesterday about how smooth my commute has been – and comparatively quicker than getting to Milton Keynes – last night’s journey was vile, and this morning’s one not much better.
Last night I saw the aftermath of more accidents than I’ve ever seen on one stretch of road. On the M1 I saw no less than seven sets of crunched vehicles. Thankfully most of them were pretty minor, but all told they’d resulted in (and/or were the result of) about ten miles of traffic jam. In the same journey, I saw four different lots of police who’d pulled people over – I assume for speeding. And finally, on the other side, a rolling-roadblock in place for what appeared to just be an articulated truck travelling slowly on the hard shoulder. (Why that required a full rolling roadblock I have NO idea!) And of course everyone on my side had slowed down to have a look at whatever was going on – which also almost caused a couple of accidents just in what I saw around me.
This morning was just a section of the A1 that was screwed. No idea why, and no reports on radio etc., but it was just solid from the M1 into London. Thankfully I was only on it for a fairly short stretch (about 3 miles, all told) but that short stretch took me half an hour.
I’m heading back late tonight – a small matter of seeing Neil Gaiman at the Barbican in London – so that’ll be fine for the return journey (or had bloody better be!) but I hope that type of journey is the rarity rather than the commonplace.
I’m pretty sure it will be, but fingers crossed all the same.