New Road falls. Elsenham prepares for another summer campaign.
There comes a point every summer when the village collectively stops asking whether the roadworks are finished and instead begins asking which road has volunteered itself next. June has now answered that question with the confidence of a man arriving at a barbecue carrying only an empty plate. The operational map has shifted once again. New Road is preparing to disappear behind barriers for five days; temporary traffic lights have multiplied like particularly determined rabbits; Stansted’s approaches remain wrapped in utility works; the M11 Junction 8 continues its nightly impression of organised confusion; and even Tye Green Road has received official notice that its turn is coming. Somewhere inside Central Operations Command, someone quietly unfolded a larger map.
