Finally, we crept forward an inch... “BAM-BAPA-BAM, BAM-BAPA-BAM…”
I jumped out of my skin as the radio came to life then I leaned forward and wiped the windscreen with my sleeve. I grinned at Wee Sam. “That’s yer average Scotland to Cornwall drive for you. The M6 never gets any better but we’ll clear the roadworks by Stoke for sure.”