Monday, 17 November 2014
An empty petrol tank is hell.
An empty battery as well.
But for this driver, perfect bliss
Is an empty motorway, like this.
When I vist my daughter, I use the M3, and I rejoice as I spin past the junction that leads to the dreaded M25, revelling in the empty ribbon of road that lies ahead. (When I visit eldest son, it's payback time, as I have to use the M25.)
(With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture.)