Time for a ‘Tom Tom’ ?

This week my daughter and her husband are taking a break on the Kent coast near Deal, so yesterday my wife and I decided to pay them a visit, as where they are staying is only a fortyfive minute drive from our home.

We had a very pleasant day which included a huge lunch at ‘The Zetland Arms’, a beachside pub which is a bit difficult to find as it is situated a mile or two down a narrow country lane in the badly signposted village of Kingsdown.

Now I know that when you get out into the country around here you can still find signposts that would be familiar to a stagecoach driver or to Chaucer’s pilgrims, and you can come to a halt at crossroads where I suspect the signposts were removed during World War II to confuse Hitler’s soldiers, should they ever have landed on our shores; but you don’t expect to see the name of a town or village at an exit of a motorway, only to find that when you leave that motorway that name never again appears on any road sign !   

Yesterday, after thinking that I had discovered a quick way home, I ended up in the middle of the Canterbury rush hour, and took twice as long to get home, because some bloody idiot at the highways department obviously thinks that the Old Dover Road will soon be … 

…  swarming with German panzers !