Stooo wrote:I lost a friend this morning, they found him in his car.
I got into work and found out that there was an accident on the M5 between Wellington and Taunton that had closed the motorway, PITA but A303 will only add about fifteen minutes to the journey, I've got a quiet day so IDGAF. The radio reports that it will all be open by two, bonus!
I coast around a bit and the radio tells me that the road is to be closed for the meanwhile, hours probably. Fuck. I get finished ASAP and start on the lanes and backroads between Bridgwater and Taunton with a view of getting onto the Illminster road and the glory of the A303! After the hair raising yumpy (yump is a word, look it up) ride across the Levels I got to the tarmac grail, glory be. Got to the 303 only to be told that it's solid all the way to Honiton, the radio sparks up with news that plod are opening the South side at 4pm, it's half 3 and the traffic is going to be shit so I do a 180 back to Taunton.
After some truly awful traffic I get to the J25 turnoff just past Henlake and the cones are still up, a couple of traffic officers are wandering around and I get blocked by two recovery trucks who have a five minute chat with the officers, they are carrying three cars and a van, these are vehicles that have been in the incident and need to be taken back to an investigation place that I assume is at Wellington. I ask the officers what the plan is, plod said four and it's now four thirty, they said that plod weren't clearing the road of debris and it will be around five before it's back open. With the state of all the roads in and out of the area considered I decided to give up and have a maccieD's rather than bother cooking when I get home, I had a nice chat with the lady who brought me my food in a McDonalds, WTF? And got back to good old J25.
Which had miraculously just been opened at ten past five. Got back, moaned and whinged with the rest of us who had got inconvenienced by something that happened at around seven this morning.
I got home and booted up, already disturbed by the vehicles on the recovery lorries and the rumours back at the depot.
Her name was Elaina Beard, she was 29. She hit the central reservation and got out of the car apparently dazed and was repeatedly hit and driven over by several vehicles, it is not known if all of them stopped after the accident.
All things considered, I had a pretty fine Friday.