My husband likes to declare that no woman can handle a roundabout. He says it every time we approach one and I’m driving because once – in the 10 years we’ve been together – I confused my right with my left.
On his thinking, I should find the new Quay Street layout in Fareham a doddle because the roundabout is no more. Yet in its place are more lanes and traffic lights than any one junction needs.
Once you’ve been through it a few times you get where you’re going. But there’s a bigger issue than a spot of confusion at stake here.
Looking at the queues of traffic, I’m yet to be convinced that it even works.
So all we’ve got is another big supermarket – and the south’s mini-version of spaghetti junction. Great.