It's been three months since we moved from the land of wide roads and open spaces to the land of hedge rows and tiny carriage ways. It only took 3 days for me to get my first ticket- a speeding camera in some unnamed village has evidence that I went 35 mph in a 30 mph zone. (This really is ironic since I am usually the slowest person on the roads, clinging perilously to the side as cars whiz by on my right with inches to spare.) I soon learned in traffic school that I should know the speed based on the presence of lamp posts. If there is a lamp post you are in a village and everyone knows it is 30 mph. The elderly gentleman leading the course also informed me in his civilized British accent that the reason that Great Britain drives on the left goes back to the days of horse and carriage when they needed to have their right hands free so that the lead wouldn't get caught in the hedge rows. Good to know! The signs here are quite entertaining as well.
One of my favorite intersection mazes
Names like this are everywhere.. makes the kids laugh
Yes because I really wanted to climb this sheer wall
I have never seen an elderly person cross there yet but just in case
Pedestrian or alien crossing?
My personal favorite: the steaming poo law