It has poured with rain today, not like in Cumbria you understand; just miserable, I had to head down to the south of the county this afternoon, it was so dark and dismal when I came out of the house that the security lights on the barn came on, it was 12:45. November eh? Lovely.
The rain made for unpleasant driving conditions with lots of standing water and heavy spray kicked up by HGV’s. On my return journey I came along the A515, Ashbourne to Buxton road, it’s a road with a reputation, not only is it a stretch of road that has a high number of accidents, it has a high number ghastly accidents. The Romans built the road long and straight, but I don’t imagine they did much in the way of speed or overtaking, with pack horses and the odd chariot. Now it is a fast road (in spite of the speed restrictions) and needs treating with respect. I’d just safely overtaken a Landrover pulling a trailer load of sheep, when out of the rain and the darkness, came a black blob, a blob that was blacker and harder than the wraparound black I was driving through. It took me a second or two to realise it was a tractor, a tractor with a massive bale of silage ( that unhelpfully was shrouded in black plastic) stuck on the huge spikes that stick out of the front of tractors for such a purpose. The bale totally obscured the one 15w light that the tractors driver seemed to think was sufficient lighting for the task. It flashed through my mind, what if, what if that tractor had been a few hundred yards up the road, when I was overtaking, I’d have hit it head on. I flashed my lights.
In my rear view mirror, the strobes of flashing of headlights from the following cars told me they were thinking just the same thing. Not that it bears thinking about; here look at something sunny and not black, and remember summer.