Although it can often seem that every documentary these days is packaged as 'a journey', for me, it was that sense of a single journey that was missing. The A303 is a one of the essential routes of English motoring, promising to whisk the traveller towards the green and honeyed lands of Somerset and the far west to a world of holidays and escape. But Tom Fort managed it, in his evocation of those roads taken on family holidays, in the days when parents drove with their children every year to the same holiday cottage, via the same route. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products.

There was little real active hunting for villains – apart from one Keystone Cops moment when the squad car chasing a suspect managed to lose the bus he was travelling on.It is, as one reviewer noted, a plain man's state-of-the-nation book – though one ignoring the major conurbations. Fort explores the world of Druidry, and tells the story of the Battle of the Beanfield, in 1985, when Wiltshire Police clashed with the summer solstice free-festival goers. The change is more likely to have been because the A303 was assessed as more suitable for future improvements. It was stop/start from the Ilminster bypass to halfway down Rawridge Hill, then 40 to Honiton and the D2. This is nothing more than a vanity project, which would be a complete waste of time and money, and would create far more problems and confusion than it would solve.

Unlike the alternative route via the M4 and M5, which the elderly maps in this highly enjoyable book do not deign to feature, it brings us elegant curves and the wonderful sweep of Salisbury Plain.M Godding Books Ltd is an internet book business running from Wiltshire and sending books all over the world every working day. nick_dunn wrote:I can't remember the previous discussions about this but I'd be in favour of renumbering the A303 as A30 down its entire length. Rather an apt description of the road that leads to my beloved and regularly gallantly failing cricket team. Don't go looking for a travel book, this is more of a history, and, at times, even a political rant. A bit disjointed but I was in particular fascinated by the story about the fairly cavalier rearrangement of the stones at Stonehenge in the 1950s - not quite the unchanging timeless monument we all imagine it to be, then.