Ironbridge
In the end I left about just before two and after a pretty easy drive along the A14, M6 and M54, I arrived at Ironbridge about four thirty. The only delays were around the M6/M5 junction, but they were minimal. At least the signs had told me that the motorway was reasonably clear, so I didn’t take the more expensive option of the M6 Toll. The problem with that road is that it doesn’t link up properly with the M54 and you sometimes get delayed on the single carriageway link.
Why do we create cheap junctions and miss bits out when we built roads like the M54-M6 Toll Link, the A14-M1-M6 junction at Catthorpe and the A11 missing link at Elveden? I suspect it’s because the mandarins in the Treasury don’t travel except by executive helicopter or First Class train. So they never suffer the inconvenience they leave us. It just needs proper planning!
On the other hand I once met a senior mandarin. He was single, couldn’t swim, couldn’t ride a bike, lived in a terraced house in Surbiton and was very lacking in general common sense. But he had got a First from Oxford!
To return to Ironbridge.
The Iron Bridge
I got there just as it was closing. And by closing I mean virtually everything. I asked in one cafe why they were closing at five and they said it was because everybody left then because that was the time the museums closed.
On a gorgeous summer evening like last night, they should be open till at least six and if it was me, it would be seven or eight.
View from the Iron Bridge
This is the view looking north and it shows the deep gorge carved out by the River Severn.
Looking the Other Way from the Iron Bridge
And this is the view looking downstream.
Next time I’ll go earlier and check out some of the museums. One thing though is that the long term car park on the other side of the bridge to the town was very affordable and reasonably empty. I should have got my bike out to explore the town.
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