Assuming you’ve just bought a car from North London and are planning on driving to France, you’ll want to know the best method of getting across the English Channel as quickly and as cheaply as possible. With a little bit of advanced planning and some luck, you can anticipate how long the drive and crossing will take or, in other words, exactly how absurdly late you’ll be up driving in a desperate attempt to reach your destination.

1. Leaving London

Escaping Leaving London is, as one would expect, slightly tedious. Most of this comes from the very old and unchanged road layout that gives the city its charms, but unfortunately is not particularly conducive to rapid travel to the periphery. Luckily, every region has major, well designed connecting roads that will usher you quickly and efficiently to the Motorway and specifically your end goal: the M25. These roads are well maintained and planned out, giving you many options to quickly get out of the city. You may find yourself confused at times as to which direction you are going: don’t worry, this is entirely normal and part of the advanced psychological preparation process employed by city planning engineers to help people get intimately familiar with every road in their area. If you find yourself driving seemingly at random then you’re surely on the right track and should soon encounter further obscure signage to help you on your way.

2. The M25

The M25 is by far the fastest and most efficient motorway in the northern hemisphere, with the exception of all others. Travelling this marvel of efficiency is both a pleasure and testament to British engineering prowess. You’ll quickly find yourself cruising along at a grand speed of almost nearly dozens of miles per hour at some points.

Some vehicles, unsuited for such endurance and speed, will find themselves abandoned in the middle of the road. This will result in being swiftly culled from the herd and ensconced in a safe area within a ring of traffic cones. These cars will be ushered quickly out of harm’s way, but only after a rigorous health and safety risk assessment has been performed to consider the implications of moving said vehicle the nearly 12 feet to the hard shoulder and out of the line of traffic. This generally shouldn’t take more than a few hours, giving you lots of time to admire and explore the beautiful North London countryside from the safety of your own stopped car. While you swiftly pass stopped vehicles, consider honking cheerily to wish their owners well. Many of your fellow motorists will be doing the same.

If you’re lucky, you might even get caught in one of London’s notorious and refreshing rain showers, kicking up road grime and quickly giving your windscreen a nice thick layer of grease to help remove any contact you might have with the outside world.

3. Dartford Crossing

As everyone knows, all well engineered and rapid moving toll systems accept a variety of payment systems – ranging from contactless RFID systems and card payment to throwing coins into a receiver or dealing with a friendly attendant. Darford, in their infinite wisdom have managed to capture their niche market by tapping into olde England fantasy lore: doing away with any trappings of the 21st and late 20th centuries completely.

In fact, they’ve managed to actually find real bridge trolls to gainfully employ, liberating them from the wilds where they had been cast aside centuries ago. To those ends, these friendly and courteous attendants will gracefully accept any currency they recognize from their era, including and limited to: coin, bills, and animal sacrifice.

(We are of course aware that the Dartford crossing recently implemented a fast-pass RFID system which is of course completely suitable for those who can manage to tolerate a crossing more than once every several years, but since we didn’t have six months to wait for the RF token to arrive in the post, we had to make do)

If presented with a form of plastic currency such as card or credit, the attendant will generally grunt and shake his head awe, stating that such a payment method is unacceptable and, perhaps not even real. If you lack suitable ‘real’ currency to pay for the crossing, you can expect an informative and one-sided “conversation” wherein the attendant will respond to your lack of currency with repeated requests for coin. If you finally manage to convince the attendant that you in fact have no coin, then you will be given a bill slip to be paid unconditionally within the next seven days on pain of death.

4. The Dover Approach

If you’re travelling in the spring, summer, autumn or winter, you might be lucky enough to observe the painless experience of England’s professional and efficient road works teams. Since the roads to Dover are well used they of course need to be well maintained: this means diligent resurfacing works every 12 or perhaps even 6 months to keep the surface in top form. Helpful road attendants will keep traffic moving at a jolly pace. Unfortunately, it was recently mandated by law that motorists wave happily and toot horn at road crews to keep morale up, which means you’ll have to slow your vehicle while in any such construction zones.

5. On the Ferry

The obsolete SpeedOne, constructed 1996.

I’ve mentioned before that the ferry trip from England to France used to be a quick and cheap affair. Modern technology had generally succeeded in revolutionizing the process of efficiently conveying large numbers of vehicles across the channel with relative ease and speed. Luckily in more recent times, saner minds have prevailed and have managed to completely expunge any option of a fast/cheap channel crossing by efficiently dealing with all competition and replacing them swiftly with one ferry operator cabal. Once again, we’re saved from facing a choice of crossing providers, long gone are SpeedFerries, the catamaran ferry and its hovercraft companion from HoverSpeed. Instead having been replaced with the much more sanely speeded classical ferry services of P&O, SeaFrance and DFDS Norfolkline.

The pinnacle of comfort, M/S Maersk Delft, constructed 2006.

Luckily, while these ferries may be somewhat slower than their extinct competition, they do offer a much more reasonable range of onboard entertainment ranging from the smell of vomit to the relaxing sounds of screaming children, all easily available for your pleasure and entertainment. In fact, so keen are they on providing such an outstanding quality of service, that they’ve taken measures to provide these services on all levels and in all areas of the vessel so you can be assured that you’ll be able to appreciate them no matter where you go on board.

Additional venues also include ‘massively overpriced cafeteria food’, ‘overcramped sitting areas’, ‘overpriced duty free’ and the ever popular ‘sitting on deck in the cold’ incase the previous aren’t to your satisfaction.

 

It’s very unlike a driver to admit that they almost had an accident, but that is exactly what I – someone trained in advanced, defensive and offensive driving since the age of 13 – am about to do, because this is getting out of control and I feel that if someone with advanced driving experience, who is actively looking out for hazards can come so close to having a fatal accident involving a pedestrian, entirely due to the health and safety regime that exists within this country, something needs to change. Badly.

I’m sure you’ve all been there, travelling around the M25 or along some other motorway in the middle of the night, when from no-where you meet a sudden speed limit reduction, and a closure of all but 1 lane of the motorway. As you approach the closure, a myriad of cones appears, closing in from all sides and creating a wash of reflective orange and silver, usually paired with flashing lights on the top of some of the cones, just in case you missed them. The signs you need to pay attention to increase by an order of magnitude, and you spend the following countless number of miles switching your attention between the blinding flashes of orange light, overhead signage, road-side signage, variable speed limit signage and whatever variety of speed readout your vehicle possesses, while doing your best to vary the throttle to maintain exactly 50 miles per hour.

As a means of comparison, let us look quickly at the European system for dealing with road works on major roads; depending on what exactly the purpose of the work is, they range from the very basic overhead sign letting you know to be vigilant for a maintenance vehicle stopped in the road with men working near it, and a general speed reduction. There are no average speed cameras and no amassing of cones, just two or three vehicles, the last of which has a giant sign with a flashing orange arrow indicating the direction that is opposite to where the people are working. You take note of this, and move to the most extreme lane in this direction, pass the obstruction, and put your foot back to the floor to continue your journey.
In the case of extensive road works, that too is simple, the temporary cones that go down are not blinding, and are not blighted by one million flashing lights. The people working on the roads wear reflective clothing that does not seamlessly blend into a wash of sensory overload, and all of this is quickly replaced by steel armco style barriers separating the works from the road, at which point the cones are removed. Europe is much more behind placing the responsibility of life onto the people working on the roads, and the drivers passing them, as opposed to wrapping everyone in a protective bubble that ultimately leads to situations I found myself in on our return to London.

So, what happened exactly? Quite simply, we were driving around the M25, just north of the Dartford Crossing, when a closure of all but one lane was announced and a 50mph limit was implemented. The cones, as is their way, gradually cut off lane 3, lane 2 and the hard shoulder, and the entire expanse of road became illuminated by a distracting and blinding orange wash of flashing lights. This continued for a few miles, gradually destroying my night-vision and resulting in something akin to temporary night blindness. Sodium orange is not a color that is conducive to seeing well, and in large quantities results in some very strange visual aberrations occurring. At the end of this deserted stretch of cones was the vehicle placing the cones, illuminated like someone’s over-eager entry into most-power-hungry Christmas decorated house, with the theme of orange, and positioned on the hard shoulder. At this point, anything in the distance was indistinguishable from the sea of orange light, working to ruin my ability to pick out obstructions and hazards while I attempted to maintain the correct speed and not meet a rogue average speed camera. Everything is orange. It’s by design, I think.

As I approached the end of the cones, blinded by the light, I made out two shadows on the left of the road; people… dressed up in their orange ‘reflective’ uniforms, that failed entirely to be distinguishable from the rest of the orange mess that had presented itself. One of these figures was standing 2 feet inside the lane I was travelling, and at 50mph and less than 50 yards away I rapidly swerved to the right to give him space, directly into the path of the 3rd figure who was at the edge of my lane, obfuscated by the flashing flourescent cone next to him. Again, I changed direction to avoid an incident, missing all 3 of them, and driving into the sudden black having left the cones behind.

That situation stood out to me as something that could so easily have been avoided, had they been the only thing on the road that I’d needed to pay attention to, and if a sea of orange color and flashing lights hadn’t been burned into my retinas for the past several miles. I feel that had I not been trained from such a young age in good car control, at least one of those road-workers would be dead or in critical condition; entirely because of the ridiculous system that has been designed to “protect” them.

Health & Safety, cones, orange lights, average speed cameras… it’s become out of hand, and is a gauntlet of things that add up to create an unsafe environment for both drivers and workers alike. Drivers are so busy attempting to see through a wash of orange light, while paying more attention to their speed than what’s in front of them that I’m quite honestly surprised that there aren’t more accidents involving road works these days.
Driving at night is already difficult without introducing a flood of light designed to blind and distract; we need to take a leaf out of the book of the Europeans and reduce the distraction presented to drivers if we seriously want to have a safe environment for the people working on the roads.
I almost suggested that perhaps our roads would be in a better state of repair if we implemented some of the European ways of handling road works, but that is sheer folly given how little work actually takes place in coned-off areas on British roads; perhaps we should just sell the entirety of the road network to the companies that run the French Autoroutes and have them bring in French workers to turn it all around. Of course, if we did that, there’d be tolls to pay for it, and the British people would be up in arms, but until we do something about the quality of roads and the problems inherent with the British way of doing road repairs, our motorways will be no better than a French D road that just happens to be dual or triple carriageway in terms of quality, design and maintenance.

What are your thoughts about road works? Have you ever had a near miss that left you thinking about it for days? Are average speed cameras and seas of distraction the way forward, or just an inept ‘solution’ dreamt up by a politician who has never driven before? Let us know your thoughts in the comments.

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