Dear M1, M2, M3, M4, M5, M6 (of course!), M6 toll, M8, M54, M56, M57, M58, M60, M62, M78 and all the A-roads and slip roads in between - you know who you are!
The time is drawing to a close where I will no longer need you as I have these past 20 years…
We’ve spent many long hours together in sunshine, rain, hail, wind and snow. From the sunflower fields of Lincolnshire to the low hills of the Scottish borders, from the dizziness of spaghetti junction to the way you split around that farmhouse on the M62 - we have seen way too much of each other!
I’m leaving you.
From now on we’ll only meet infrequently, and you’ll have to rely on M53 to hear from me for the most part.
Thanks for always getting me home.
