Blyth Services A1(M)

Safely arrived in Edinburgh. Mucky old journey once we’d crossed the border. Driving rain and poor visibility for that last few hours.

We stopped at Blyth for lunch and observed these three cars draw up and park in the disabled bays and parent and child bays, get out, disappear into the services only to return shortly afterward with junk food.

None of them displayed any badges or had young children in their cars. What do you do? Confront them and risk abuse or worse?

Thankfully, the vast majority of drivers are not like this. It was a good job we didn’t have Doreen with us.