... which old dears are going to Heighley Gate, before they've got to within 1/4 of mile of the place.
They start on the A697 slip-road, crawling at a snail's pace and indicating furiously even though, at the rate they're travelling, they're not going to get there for another day or so.
You can just imagine their conversation: 'Isn't there a lot of traffic behind us Dear?' 'Yes Love, there is, but it's okay, because WE'RE IN THE LEAD!'
This, by the way, is merely an observation, just in case dannymatt thinks I'm not practising patience and tolerance!

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