One of the main routes into Bath from Bristol has been out of action since the start of the year. You may have heard about it on the news. It sounds like the surrounding hills got flooded with water and collapsed, damaging the Kelston to Bath road. Luckily for me, it is a short walk from my house to the office, but for those who use the road to commute, it must be a nightmare.
The local council are repairing the road, but are taking ages in doing so. The current estimated time of completion is Christmas, meaning it will have been broken for an entire year – hardly surprising, considering the council struggle to collect my bins and recycling properly, leaving the boxes spread across the pathways for little old ladies to trip over.
Some local farmer has taken it upon himself to build a road through one of his fields, allowing road users to bypass the road and get from Bath to Kelston (and vice versa). Yes the road is yet to receive the necessary safety permits and all the other stuff, but considering one man has achieved such a feat, on his own, why can’t an entire council fix the main road into Bath? It beggars belief.
On Sunday, my Dad used the farmer’s road, paying £2 for the privilege. I sat in the passenger seat, my hands busy taking photos with my mobile phone camera, while my bowels emptied their contents into my pants. It was a little scary driving up an incredibly steep hill, on an uneven surface, then past huge mounds of soil. Despite the fear, it was a little exciting. A bit like Alton Towers. I wish all roads were like that.
Three cheers for the farmer. Three boos for the council.
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