Some of our roads are tiny. Barely big enough for my compact little Citigo to squeeze through. I'm used to them now. But I still recall the horror when I was a rookie in my job. I took a trip out to Thurlestone as the proud 'owner' of a brand new lease car, my first ever Skoda. There was a pile up in a single track lane and I watched with horror as the school bus took wing mirrors off other vehicles in the bottleneck.
One of my favourite routes through Brixham up to my house takes me through teeny tiny winding streets of some of the severest gradients I've ever encountered. It feels like I'm in the 'Italian Job' when I'm nipping through. My poor American friend, the Second Martha Stewart, looked like she needed smelling salts to revive her after her Sat-Nav took her that way when she visited last Christmas.
Here's a scene from yesterday on my way between Kingsbridge and Ivybridge. This is a pretty wide lane in the scheme of things but it's a busy route. Lorries getting themselves into a bit of a situation is common place. Nothing for it but to sit in the queue and watch the drama unfold!