A337, the highway to hell (or just Lyndhurst)

I imagine there must have been a blue moon someplace as I feel compelled to write a post, but what about? As it happens I recently had the great fortune to drive north through Brockenhurst, through the switchback which is the Lyndhurst one-way system and onward to the M27.

As per normal in the summer there was a sizeable tailback from Lyndhurst, north up the A337 and when I say sizeable, maybe epic might be more appropriate. Epic as in Ben Hur, but with considerably less movement involved.

As I passed by smiling and waving (inside at any rate, I have no desire to induce road-rage in those less

Sheep hordes

Every so often I come across something that reminds me what kind of a place we live in, and makes me glad of it.

We were recently making one of our regular visits to Salisbury Hospital to see the resident Fibromyalgia specialist concerning Wife’s ongoing pain management and touching base on any new or improved ways of doing it. In pre Sat Nav days we would have gone via main roads as we consider being late for an appointment pretty rude. However a few visits ago Eliza our Sat Nav took us via a geographically more direct but somewhat less than main road route and it stuck so we now allow extra