Coming down our quiet and sylvan cul-de-sac, I spied a man surveying the lane through the crosshairs of a theodolite.
"Oh, oh", I thought to myself, and oh oh it turned out to be: they're surveying the road to possibly widening it and covering it with bitumen.
A very long time ago, Sproxton Lane was just a dirt track, from its entrance, which was obscured by a huge sprawling tree, right down to its muddy cul where "Riverbend" is hiding away from the world.
Then, also a very long time ago, they wanted to cover it in bitumen. Some residents wanted it too, others were dead against it (today, they are no longer dead against it, they're just dead; as I said, it was a very long time ago).
To keep everybody happy, they bitumised only half its length to a spot which has become the unofficial turning-point for all those city-slickers who don't want to dirty the tyres of their spotless 4WDs.
Now it seems they want to bring 'progress' to the very cul of the sac. Let them eat their bitumen!
