Removing my hole
Grandad August 29th, 2011
I think I have mentioned our lane before.
Just in case there are a couple of you who haven’t been reading this site since its inception, I had better explain.
Our lane used to be a private lane, but then the County Council took it in hand. Some of us were a little chuffed by this as it meant we wouldn’t have to maintain it any more. However, the Council had other plans.
What they have done is to build a sort of breeding ground for potholes. I’m not sure whether they plant pothole seeds or what, but they are growing them at a fierce rate so that our lane is probably the premier pothole nursery in the county.
When the potholes are fully fledged the Council comes along and harvests them . They are then transplanted out onto the main roads throughout the area. Quite a few times in the past I have had to swerve on a main road to avoid a pothole that I recognised from our lane. When you rattle across them on a daily basis, you rapidly get to know and love each individual pothole, and it’s nice to see them being put to good use where the whole population can crash into them.
Apparently today is another harvest day. The Council are out there with a load of heavy machinery, the lane is reasonably smooth once more and a fleet of lorries is ferrying the potholes to all the areas that really need them. I’ll miss them as I had grown quite fond of this latest crop.
It will take a little while to get used to the fact that I can drive the lane at more than two miles per hour or that I can actually drive in a straight line without risking tyre, wheel rim, suspension or my nerves.
I’m not worried though.
I know that in a week or two the new crop will have taken root and will be growing at a rate of knots. Soon it will be infested with a new batch of holes that will grow to greet me every time I try and drive out the lane.
I just hope they’ll be big enough in time for the Winter Harvest.
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