Sunday, 31 January 2016
in which i accidentally shop in the wrong town
I decided that Southampton was completely broken yesterday.
We were in a dual lane of cars pointing towards the central car parks and it took us 90 minutes to drive the last 1000 yards to the entrance. That's about 0.4 mph.
When we eventually arrived inside the first available car park it signalled for us to go to the roof around a spiralling metal system and as we'd predicted, the whole area was full. After fruitlessly exploring two of the lower floors, we drove out and away from the centre, finding a space in a more out-of-town looking car park. Another 20 minutes.
I wasn't best pleased as we yomped around the temporary fences put up to block the shortest pedestrian route back towards our destination.
Later, we stopped at a well-known casual mid-range eatery. Fortunately we were chatting, because it took almost an hour for the starters to arrive. Our parking was almost expired and we had to ask them to hurry what turned out to be an insipid main course.
As we drove away, it took less than two minutes to drive beyond the end of where we'd been waiting on the inbound traffic jam.
I shall remove this from my list of desirable destinations.