Walking down to our road end, on our daily state-sanctioned exercise (you’re all still doing this, right?) we noticed that one of our ‘passing place’ signs had succumbed to a dreadful fate.
Bigtownshire does seem to have quite an inconsistent approach to passing places on its single track roads. I know up in the Highlands they take them very seriously and there’s a whole etiquette around their use, but round here you can go for miles down a single track road and never encounter a single formal passing place (in fact it’s one of the things that makes cycling along these roads more pleasant because the few drivers you encounter will know that going along them is a process of negotiation, not a matter of barrelling along unimpeded as you can on a road with a white line down the middle). And then you get a road like our road, all 500 yards of it, serving half a dozen households and some farm traffic, which is surprisingly well-endowed with passing place signs.
Now you might be thinking – well, it is a very narrow and twisty road, so plenty of passing places would be helpful – but you note I didn’t say it was well-endowed with actual passing places. Some of the signs are next to a place where two vehicles might be able to negotiate pass each other with care …
… and others, not so much.
We haven’t heard what actually happened to the felled sign, although there have been mutterings about one of the farmers’ son’s habit of taking some of the sharper bends at speed on his tractor, as if it were a hot hatch. That may well be it, but closer examination of the scene of the crime suggests another possibility
Could it be that a local visitor, perhaps from the Highlands or with a touching faith in road signs, actually attempted to use one of our passing places?
I should probably report the fallen sign to the coonsil, but then they’d just put the sign back up and on reflection, I think it’s probably better where it is …