So, as I scraped a thin layer of ice off my car this morning before going to work (don't worry I returned to use the bike this afternoon) I thought, 'The roads will be slippy, better take care'.
Obviously such risk assessing didn't take place in the mind of the driver of the small silver Citroen I saw in the hedge bottom a mile down the road. It looked like it had rolled and every panel had a 'textured' look to it. There was an abundance of 'police aware' tape on it so I carried on.
Just before I finished work I could hear all manner of sirens out of the window.
"What's going on?" I asked our driver, just pulling into the yard.
"There's a car on it's roof just out of the village", he replied
I rode a slightly different route home on my detour route to get miles in, and could see over the fields that the crash was in the same place as the one that morning.
Well, at least that's two of them that might now give icy conditions a little more heed?
Hope springs eternal.
The final, final exams. Finally.
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