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Thoughts on driving in Great Britain

We have now logged several hundred miles in England and Scotland and have a few insights/warnings to share.

They drive on the left.  Turns out this is the least troublesome aspect of driving here, though entering and exiting the roundabouts can be exciting.

The English drive fast on the motorways.  I really don't know if there is a speed limit because I never saw one posted.  Neither, by the way, did I ever see a police vehicle on the motorway.  We drove 75-80 miles an hour in the middle lane of a 3-lane motorway and were routinely being passed on the right.

The roads in the cities are narrow and people routinely block 1/3 of the road by parking, legally or otherwise.  Driving in some of the Cornish towns reminded me of a combination of chicken and a bi-directional slalom race.  We have driven, as you know, several Priuses since 2014.  Our first car, in England, was a Prius and it seemed so wide!

So you're driving down a narrow road, with an 8-foot hedge (or worse, a stone wall) on your left and oncoming traffic on your right.  There is, if you're lucky, a foot to spare on each side.  Then you see this:
That's right...the road is getting narrower!  Breathe, Jim, breathe.  That's what I keep telling myself.

The ultimate in narrow roadways is the single-track road.  As you might guess, this means that there is only one paved lane.  Often there is no shoulder.  To make it possible for two cars to pass each other, they have posted helpful signs:

After a few days on Skye, I thought I had pretty much mastered the single track road.  Go slowly, especially on blind rises, dips, and curves.  Proceed when the oncoming car pulls to the side and flashes its lights.  Do the same for oncoming traffic when the "Passing Place" is on your side.  Nothing, however, had prepared me for the single track roads on Mull.



The scenery was spectacular but I didn't see much of it.

The are other, unexpected road hazards:
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What is it, you ask?  It depends.  It might just be a puddle on the road.  On the other hand, it could be a pool of water hiding a 6-inch deep pothole.

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Could I be sent to jail (or gaol, in Scotland)?  Yesterday, as we arrived at Balmoral, the Queen's country estate, a stupid, very fat grouse decided to cross the road right in front of me.  It did not go well for the grouse.  Weren't people hanged in the past for killing the King's game?

Finally, as a test to see if anyone actually reads this far, I have a quiz for you.  Here is the strangest road sign I saw in England.  Leave your guess as to what it means in the comments.

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