In Plymouth

I liked this tangled front garden, just around the corner from my son’s house. I’m stopping in Plymouth tonight, then on to Cornwall tomorrow. We’re walking into the city centre, the long way around, through the industrial area that lines the sea edge here. Planning to get a meal out somewhere - a beautiful warm sunny evening, so a table outside it what we need. 
I drove down the M5 in the afternoon - I’d never seen it so busy. Mostly going between about 30 and 50, but with some places where we just ground to a halt. Plus I saw - or half saw - a crash.  I can’t recall ever seeing one before. A car suddenly spun across the hard shoulder and ended up in the field beside the carriageway. Everyone put on their hazard lights. Several people stopped on the hard shoulder including a lorry, which I think may have been the culprit.  It was just two cars in front of me.  I didn’t stop because I couldn’t help in any way - there was a van between us so I didn’t see exactly what happened, and couldn’t be a witness.  This and the man going the wrong way down a joining slipway last week - I’m feeling a bit scared of driving just now.
But I had to carry on and finish the journey. And I soon felt ok again, though the tiny percentage of aggressive drivers, mainly in large 4x4s, weaving and zigzagging though the traffic from lane to lane to avoid slowing down, while the rest of us were progressing cautiously, made me anxious and angry. 
It was odd to be at my sons house without my dil being there. They haven’t resolved what to do yet.  It’s just this gigantic sadness which we didn’t really touch on, though we did talk around it.