In Devon the roads are always slow

When the last of the caravans wends its way
and the tourist season's gone,
along come the diggers and rows of cones
and the roadworks carry on.
Whatever the season, it's stop and go.
In Devon the roads are always slow.

poem © Celia Warren 2012

Lovely sunshine today, if a little fresh!
Good to see a cone fraternising with the temporary traffic-lights sign, isn't it!