Of course, it's partly because I'm used to driving on the right side of the road, and I moved to a country where they drive on the WRONG side.
But what really makes me cringe is how narrow the roads are! When I learned to drive, I was taught to leave about a foot between my car and other cars. When I mentioned that to a British woman, she said they generally just left room 'for a piece of paper' between cars! And people drive faster here, on those narrow roads. It's enough to make your sphincter both tighten and loosen when a looming lorry is speeding towards you on a two-lane road that is enclosed by hedges or stone walls.
Then there are the single-lane secondary roads, especially here in Wales where it's not very busy.
You hope you're near a wide spot when you meet a tractor whizzing between fields.
I've been letting Mr. S do most of the driving, but I also force myself to keep in practice. I mean, what is wrong with me? When I lived in the UK before, I drove all the time. I could squeeze through traffic, and I only knocked a mirror off once. Now I am such an old woman.
Speaking of old women, we went to a car boot sale (swap meet/tailgate sale/whatever you want to call it) at a little local church. There were several mature women selling baked goods. Look what we got.
That's right - Apricot Whisky Cake. It was delicious!
Old ladies rock!!
Val
