Heading north to my brothers' family in Derbyshire, my father driving. Up the M1 as far as Junction 25. Britain's road network does not give me the same atmosphere as the Polish road; something's missing in terms of character, the scenery. Here, it's all traffic cones, contraflows, roadworks, queues, cameras... the romance of the road has gone. I am not put in mind of the two-lane blacktop, of Route 66, of the essential 1950s-era freedom that I feel as I drive around Poland.
Wednesday, 25 July 2007
The Road, UK-style
Heading north to my brothers' family in Derbyshire, my father driving. Up the M1 as far as Junction 25. Britain's road network does not give me the same atmosphere as the Polish road; something's missing in terms of character, the scenery. Here, it's all traffic cones, contraflows, roadworks, queues, cameras... the romance of the road has gone. I am not put in mind of the two-lane blacktop, of Route 66, of the essential 1950s-era freedom that I feel as I drive around Poland.
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