Drifting through Milton Keynes, the Midlands motorist naturally hits the happy groove of Standing Way, a tree-screened dual carriageway strung with friendly roundabouts, each one with a pleasingly prosaic name. In high summer, as you work your way from Bottle Dump to Coffee Hill, the screening greenery is thick with vigorous municipal roses, pink and white open blossoms, ramblers and rugosas nodding in the lorry gusts and car wakes.
The delicious efficiency of the road means every glimpse is snatched; good luck finding a traffic jam here, even at the busiest times. Here and there the wide verges are studded with functional road furniture; signs, lights, bus stops, crash barriers.
Behind them, the roses scramble up over low municipal trees selected for longevity and manageability, screening the utility buildings and warehouses, homes and schools from the swish swish swish of the cars going by.
The delicious efficiency of the road means every glimpse is snatched; good luck finding a traffic jam here, even at the busiest times. Here and there the wide verges are studded with functional road furniture; signs, lights, bus stops, crash barriers.
Behind them, the roses scramble up over low municipal trees selected for longevity and manageability, screening the utility buildings and warehouses, homes and schools from the swish swish swish of the cars going by.
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