I've just returned from a week on the Norfolk Broads, and on the way there saw what I reckon must be the daftest one yet.
We stopped over in Cambridge on the way down, so we ended up approaching Norwich via the A11 dual carriageway, which is a pretty good quality modern road. Needless to say, as it is well graded, has good sight lines and is safe for high speeds it was of course cursed with several talivans parked up, but I digress...
Approaching Norwich, there were road works signs, followed by a
mandatory 30 limit. After all the previous scamming activity I smelt a rat, so I thought I'd better make a point of following it. Fortunately there was nothing behind so whilst scouring the mirrors I anchored up right down to 30mph. It felt surreal, like you really could have got out and walked faster! But more importantly I felt terribly exposed, and my mind was working overtime to constantly check for traffic from the rear, and keep escape plans open should someone look like shunting us.
So what was the justification for this barmy limit? Was there a really tight chicane or a mega narrow lane, or a deceptive blind junction?
Well no. Actually they were just digging up the hard shoulder, and all the normal running carriageways were fully open.
