A hex on Hexham

That foreboding electronic display lived up to its potential on Tuesday:

It always seems to happen at Hexham. I'm not being a smart-arse; it does.

Mick, however, even in the absence of a street directory (which was in the house for some reason as opposed to the car, but that's another matter), managed to get us to my doctor's appointment – through ingenuity, instinct and some intermittently nerve-fraying bend-taking driving – only 20 minutes late.

In other words: on time.
Don't you love modern punctuality?