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Sunday 3rd April 2011
Ludlow, Day 3
 
Today was our last day (except for Mouse and Simon, who had next week off work) and we thought we ought to venture into Ludlow itself. We were gonna wander around the castle, but kind of got there a bit too late. Ah well . . . not to worry.
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Craziness on the motorways
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So you gotta picture the scene . . . we've been driving (okay, I've been driving) on the M6 for the past, erm . . . two hours or so. Prior to that, we had about an hour and a half on other A-roads and motorways. I'm kinda tired and don't really feel like driving but, hey, it's gotta be done. And, whilst not that badly hungover, we were all drinking last night and also the night before. Hell, it was my birthday yesterday. But, anyway, conscious of the driving thing required today I didn't go crazy with the drink but, like I say . . . I was just tired and when I get tired, (when anyone gets tired?!) I get a bit twitchy. So anyway . . . we're driving (did I mention that?). It's dark but there's no rain or anything. Sky's clear and all that. About 5 minutes south of Forton services (it would have been 21:45) there's that long section of the M6 where there's no lights . . . it's one of the longest, oldest sections of motorway in this country, about 26 miles (?!) between junctions. But hey . . . we're almost home (7/8 miles) and I know this stretch of the M6 very well, so I tend to speed along between 70 and 80 mph. Up ahead, perhaps a quarter of a mile, if that, I'm aware of headlights kind of spinning around in a circle, as if a car is spinning around in the road. I'm in the middle lane, overtaking someone (there's not much traffic; it's fairly quiet) and perhaps on seeing these headlights spinning round I kind of slow down . . . I'm not sure. Then up ahead I spot a car in the right-hand lane, stationary, and at some kind of crazy angle - at about 80 degrees counter-clockwise to the direction of travel. I think I completely freaked at this point but, conscious of the other vehicles around me, just slowed down get kept driving, going over the broken glass and stuff but not really paying the crashed vehicle much heed. The whole thing must have only lasted 10 seconds (or less) and M**** had no idea what was going on. But given what happened to my parents and my level of tiredness, it really freaked me out. We were the second (possibly third) vehicle to pass the scene of the crash. M**** tried to ring the police immediately afterwards but her mobile phone battery had gone. I rang them back when home, just in case they had a record of M****'s attempted phone call (the incident had been reported several times). Craziness.
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