At first empty French roads, then a night crossing on my favorite ferry, then along roads where the houses are packed tight together.
The rolling Dorset hillsides lost in the mist. We drive past drifts of snowdrops a pure delight growing in the steep banks alongside the rural but busy roads.
The wonderful mighty English Oak trees their branches are left to grow far and wide, unlike the severe cuts of their French equivalents.
I cant say that I had noticed how bad the motorway verges were before, but I see miles of unwanted cans and packaging amongst the grey dusty roadsides.
The motorways in England are full to bursting and major works are underway to add extra lanes. Soon the ever increasing numbers of modern cars will be be forced to move slowly, chugging along like this old vintage number.
The French word for snowdrop is perce neige.
The French word for bursting at the seams is regorger.
Etymology for the word pierce.