Poor Mr Parkinson, I bet he sat in the queue of traffic for maybe 10 minutes on his way home cursing the roadworks and wishing he'd gone the long way round the bypass to avoid them, then he gets round the corner into Cartwright Lane at last and meets 'yet another' (his words) of those 'incompetent' woman drivers towing a horse trailer who then has the audacity to overtake the parked cars and use his long awaited 'right of way'.

I have a lot of sympathy for him as those roadworks were frustrating, but whilst I was not that unknown other driver this time and prefer not to be rude, next time it may well be me that he meets, so I would like to point out a couple of things for him, and maybe other drivers, to consider.

When any driver reaches Cartwright Lane from the Westwood it is a narrow point on a bend where it is impossible to see any further than Top Shop until one is actually driving through.

A big percentage of drivers coming the other way, ie leaving Beverley, are already accelerating at well over 30mph despite the fact that they can't see what's coming from the Westwood either.

Now enter his lady towing her horse box into the equation. She will be driving quite slowly as she could have a precious cargo onboard, in the shape of a ton or more of live animals who can't anticipate what is going on outside and she doesn't want to throw them round the corner or have to stop suddenly and risk them being injured.

She gets round the corner, there will almost certainly be parked cars on her side of the road and is then fairly committed to going all the way!

Her 4x4 and loaded trailer are probably almost three times the length and over four times the weight of most normal cars and impossible to tuck into a neat little gap in the traffic (regardless of who is driving it) to let Mr Parkinson or any one else through. If she were me, she would then mutter 'sorry chum you're just going to have to wait' to herself and then wave cheerfully and very gratefully to the driver who had so courteously sacrificed a few precious moments of his time to be a gentleman and let her through! Does that sound like you, Mr Parkinson?

I can't help wondering, would you have put pen to paper if it had been a man driving a bus you'd met that evening and would you have castigated him too? Alas, if only all drivers could put themselves in the other's shoes occasionally driving would be a more pleasant experience for all concerned.

Mrs G Scargill,
Victoria Road, Beverley.