A line of traffic was edging its way inch by inch towards the town centre. Drivers bottled up in their cars had obviously resigned themselves to arrive at work late that morning. I smugly walked past them, pleased I no longer have to commute and then came across the reason for the delay.

A car was stuck, in the middle of a fork in the road in between two bridges, with a truck rammed into the driver’s side .

A teenager in school uniform stood against a high wall hugging an older woman, perhaps her mother. I hoped these were the car passengers and no one had to be taken to hospital. They shakily watched one policeman talk to the truck driver, whilst another policeman guided traffic round the obstacles.

Image: my photo of the accident

I wondered about the knock on effect of this delay. There were teenagers going to college, perhaps late for an exam; truck drivers carrying equipment for a new road surface on the other side of town; accountants, bank managers, town surveyors, lawyers, shop keepers, mother’s taking their children to nursery or school, all delayed by one woman’s error turning towards the wrong bridge.

Then I carried on towards my appointment with the dentist, a moment in time caught on my camera, wondering what the traffic would be like whilst the G8 summit takes place in our town.