6. The holiday is over.

The holiday is over.
From our Island home we have seen the mainland again and have been impressed. Really.
For a start, the traffic, which normally we only view on the box, is an awful reality.
Never thought to see four lanes of vehicles doing the slow march down a motorway. Meticulous dressing, too. And, when they sped up again, no apparent reason for them to have slowed in the first place.
It becomes clear that, four lane hold-ups apart, the secret of successful motorway driving is to be between thirty and forty five years old, have a fuel guzzling car of collossal engine size and, most importantly, have so much money that you give not one jot for the speed cameras even if your speed camera detector hasn't worked.
Us, we mostly kept out of the way.
We're 1.4 engine stuff and R reg at that. Needless to say, with stops which invariably included getting lost on the way out of Service Stations, even with sat-nav (on one occasion we actually found ourselves driving back to Cornwall) our drive back from The Lizard took rather longer than the anticipated five hours.
Not to worry, we eventually made it back to the ferry and England's overcrowded roads were free of one less bunch of bemused tourists.
Justin Thyme