Charlie’s fair play

We left at dawn to head west. The all-terrain tyres on my truck hummed a monotone song as we trundled mile after mile along the dual carriageway. For all that, the trek from Suffolk to Warwickshire passed by speedily enough, largely thanks to the endless and varied chatter I was treated to by Charlie in the passenger seat.

Finally, on the verges, yellow signs appeared covered with primary-coloured shapes. We gave a small cheer as we read the welcome news “Game Fair traffic this way”. Brake lights appeared, the crawling pace became a queue and our smiles turned to frowns. Charlie took on the navigational duties. “Do we