They’d gone round the roundabout three times before they had to concede that the signs and layout kept changing.
At first they’d thought it was just a trick of the light, or a mistake by their satnav. The latter excuse was possible because the display seemed to have switched to Sanskrit and was spinning round as fast as they were.
Road names seemed to change on each circuit, and the driver was sure that even the angle of exit had changed for some of the roads between sightings. The change in the number of lanes was more confusing, confounding even basic attempts to count the number of exits.
Seasoned town developers as they were, they simply couldn’t work out why it just wasn’t making any sense. They’d designed these roads and housing estates with meticulous care, especially with all the complaints and investigations that the local population had raised in the enquiry.
The new estate had been put together in the usual way, although there had been problems with supply deliveries going astray more often than they were used to. In the end though, dogged determination and fierce penalty clauses had won the day and construction had been completed
To this day though, there always seemed to be unusual congestion of traffic in the area, far more than had ever been modelled. Everyone just seemed to get incredibly confused by the layouts, saying it was worse than Milton Keynes for its roundabouts.
The developers had decided to get together to try and see for themselves what the problem was. That was how they came to be in this situation.
On the fifteenth go round the roundabout they conceded that perhaps building a roundabout on the site of the Rollright Stones had been a bad idea…