Away, part 2 (246/365)

We left my parents' house this morning to head for our holiday cottage on the south Yorkshire coast. While Norfolk isn't actually on the way to anywhere, I'd thought that at least we'd be on the right side of the country and could drive up the east coast, but, probably due to its fenny past, it turns out that there aren't actually any roads up the east coast, and the route Google was suggesting involved taking a B road straight through the Lincolnshire Wolds AONB. As I am not a fan of B roads, we looked for alternatives, considered going via King's Lynn and Lincoln and the Humber Bridge, and then thought that if Google was suggesting that the A1 would only take another five minutes that was probably the best bet.

Sadly, the A1 on a Friday afternoon really isn't anyone's best bet. It took us nearly two hours to get from my parents' to Cambridge, and then the A1 was stop-start all the way to Doncaster (including a particularly slow section through Rutland, which I suspect was a conspiracy to make people think Rutland is actually bigger than a postage stamp, as the traffic eased off as we passed the "Welcome to Lincolnshire" sign.

A bit over seven hours after we'd left, we finally arrived at our cottage. Which is comfortable, spacious and surrounded by sheep. Tomorrow I will go and find the sea.