We arrived unharmed in London early on Monday morning and proceeded to drive north toward Scotland. I ran out of fuel before the car did, so we took a room at a Holiday Inn Express dear Darlington, England.
On the flight over, Cindy and I decided that, like our friend Fenice did on a trip to Australia in 2014, I would adopt a photographic theme while in the UK. She had decided on windmills. I decided on “lanes:” Freeway lanes, bowling lanes, country lanes, bike lanes, immigration lanes, “stay in lane,” illegal lane changes,” and so on and so forth.
And wouldn’t you know it? The first real example of lanes during the trip occurred Heathrow immigration where lane after lane of people waited to be processed by some of the slowest immigration officers on the planet. Turns out, they were engaged in a work “slow down,” which may not differ very much from when they actually engage in work, fast or slow, but the lanes were crowded as a result. Sadly, photos were not allowed.
There is a section of Brighton in the south east of England that is called The Lanes. Leftover from Medieval Times, the Lanes are a collection of shops and restaurant tucked into an older section of the City. Long past their prime, The Lanes should be demolished and replaced with a modern parking structure. But I digress.
These are the lanes I mean. Lanes exist throughout the UK. This is the theme of the photographs I shall be taking on this trip.