Up here the rain falls long and hard; the trees grow tall and the ruts in our clay roads grow ever deeper.
The Council classes them as ‘Unmaintained Roads’ and that they surely are.
The 13-16 inches we received in those June downpours have just about rendered this 3.5 km section of my primary access road as ineligible for the term ‘road’.
My little Suzi can just squeeze beside some of the worst ruts – when the road is dry and smoothed out a bit.
In the wet times she has to straddle the chasm as we edge our way down the steep hill. One slip and I’d be either stuck in thick clay churned up by other struggling vehicles, or do an axle.
I keep telling myself it could be worse: I could be battling to get home in three lanes of endless and almost stationary traffic.