Hole in the road
12 March 2010
The Gas Board’s taken up one of the side-streets I have to cross on my walk home from work.
Is there still a Gas Board? Probably there’s not. It must be ten different companies now, with market-researched names and logos that look like fussy boiled sweets.
They’ve sheared through the tarmac and made a hole the volume of a couple of mini-buses, end to end. On the near side of the camber there’s brickwork underneath the road surface. Demolished workers’ cottages? A hunting lodge? Or something incredibly mundane to do with civil engineering?
The hole goes at least six feet down, past the exposed pipes. My eye for distance means nothing at all, but I couldn’t stand up in it and look out. That’s about the only thing you really need to know, with holes.
The hole is very deep. The site is very unsupervised. The metal fencing is pretty lightweight. And the pedestrians who use that road at the weekend can be very, very drunk.
And this is how people end up in the Daily Echo.