Crossing the M25 and the A1M

Brian Berelowitz walks this stretch with me. We pause on the footbridge over the M25 and listen to the roar beneath. Mitzpah is not too anxious because he has been able to run up to the bridge across (well fenced) fields and there are no cars on the bridge itself. Brian and I note that this is what we do every other day - race by in our cars at that appalling pace making this terrible noise. Thank goodness for Shabbat, at least one day of peace. But somewhere inside we both feel ashamed of how we as humans behave. Much later in the day, as the sun is beginning to set, we cross the A1M. We miss the footbridge and walk along the side of a busy road. The noise terrifies him and poor Mitzpah has to be carried; he puts his paw round the back of my neck and settles down comfortably like a child who just won an argument.