When you decide to drive along a very narrow Devon minor road, you have to accept that there may be a few sticky moments. And so it proved.
‘Let’s go home a different way,’ carolled Hub happily. ‘Instead of driving along the valley we’ll go along the ridge instead. It’s very pretty …. ‘
So we did. And it’s the sort of road that really is only single-track, with high banks and hedges on both sides. All went well until we saw a MASSIVE Massey-Ferguson tractor ahead of us, complete with huge trailer.
The little red car in front of us started to back up to the nearest passing place, and so of course did we. Whoever was driving knew what they were about, because they stopped in the passing place and whisked themselves right into the hedge, so neatly that there was room for us behind them, provided we too were in the hedge …
The monster moved slowly towards us. All began well – but we weren’t as far into the hedge as the red car. The huge wheels, as high as our car, trickled past carefully until Hub, watching anxiously, sounded his horn. It really looked as if the tractor would take off our rear wing.
Everybody stopped. He shouted to the driver in the red car infront, who inched forward cautiously. We did too, and the tractor cleared us by a fraction.
This sort of size and scenario! Image from travellerhomes.co.uk