We needed somewhere to walk our dogs on our excursion to Ipswich today. They’d had a run around in a little field before lunch but it wasn’t much fun for them to be cooped up in the car (in their crate with the hatchback open) while we ate. People told us that the Old London Road would be a good place to go.
Apparently, this was the beginning of the Ipswich-London route before the modern A12 was built and it lies empty and deserted, and closed off at one end, where it goes under the big ToysRUs roundabout familiar to Ipswich habitués.
This is where old roads go when no-one want them anymore, before they’re shipped off, brick by brick, to the Arizona desert to die happily in the sunshine.