Iain Jones

... there was nowhere to stop for the next thirty miles, passing places were rare and too hazardous to use now. Sleet relentlessly bounced off the windscreen, the steering repeatedly felt light as tyre slips increased; he was looking forward to a decent coffee and a head clear when he arrived at the coast, but for now stopping was not an option, whoever was behind him would have to stay there, he wasn’t going to risk being marooned by getting out for a chat, or worse still, an argument! There was every chance that the driver behind wasn’t the chatting type, his impatience suggested a level of recklessness not to be engaged with further.