GF called the Silver Vixen at lunchtime. She had arranged to visit Auntie P. at Jimi's place today. She was in the pub having luch when the GF called. She commented what a foul trip she had had, and that it had taken her three hours to get up there. Much of the problem had been the solid two lines of traffic that cruised up the A34.
The Gorse Fox headed back from Worcs mid afternoon. traffic for him was no real problem, but again the A34 seemed the slowest part of the journey.
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