The cat bats the fly to the floor, pounces on it and eats it, crunching the wings in its teeth. I have a memory of driving through dark woods and deserted car parks in search of a way home, but also of being diverted back off the A3 just south of Guildford. After making coffee I sit and watch as the cat tries to trap a fly against the window. Am I heading for a bricked-up tunnel, or a missing bridge? When I don’t see a single other car for three miles, I begin to get a bit nervous. “It’s annoying,” my wife says, rolling over. “Yeah,” I say, trying to determine where the road home ended and the nightmare began. “Do you know that you shout and twitch when you sleep?” my wife says, sitting up to look at me. I awake with a jolt sunlight is streaming through the windows. Will I have to smash through a barrier at the far end? How much trouble will I be in? The road is desolate, and possibly close to running out beneath my wheels. Is it possible that I have accidentally driven on to the closed section of the A3? I might be headed for a bricked-up tunnel, or a missing bridge.Īn exit comes up, but I don’t take it. When I merge on to the dual carriageway, I find myself utterly alone.Īt first this is exciting, but when I don’t see a single other car for three miles, I begin to get a bit nervous. In fact this takes me straight back on to the A3. This, I think, will be that faster route I’ve heard about.
At the approaching roundabout all the cars ahead of me turn left, but I am directed to go straight over by my phone.
#IM ON THE ROAD TO NOWHERE SERIES#
After a few miles the road closes down from two lanes to one, after which a series of tightly ranked cones pushes all traffic on to an exit ramp – the end of the line.
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