I’ve seen some terrible potholes in my time (it’s a daily chore to dodge them living in Salford), but this one really takes the biscuit! I just could not walk past this one without taking a picture of it, as you could imagine re-telling the story to someone who hadn’t seen it.

“It was this big,” I would say. They wouldn’t believe me. Who would?

I was trying to describe Salford’s roads to my father-in-law, an SNP Councillor in the Scottish Highlands, but he never truly believed they were as bad as I was making out, that is, until he visited us just recently. Much hilarity ensued as I pointed out a letter in the Salford Advertiser, which suggested that Salford’s roads were getting so bad they resembled rural Scotland, rather than a thriving city.

Sadly, his reply (which was printed in the Advertiser a few weeks ago), has long since been lost to the recycle bin. However, I’m sure he won’t mind me paraphrasing his letter, which confirmed that Salford’s roads did not resemble rural Scotland in the slightest. In fact, in Scotland, they have a suitable repair and inspection timetable which ensures potholes (such as the one pictured above), could not possibly develop to that size.

Finally, my father-in-law confirmed that where he lives, they have a name for areas of vehicle corridors with potholes……..FARMTRACKS!