Driving the Midlands Highway is just a lurch between 40, 60, 80, 40, 80, 60, 110 kms in any combo. You get to see lots of graders, rollers, trucks, water spreaders, men and women of all shapes and sizes with lollipop signs, and instructions to obey. You can’t fight it really, so with no ETA to fret about, a gorgeous day and Cygnet in my sights it was a fabulous drive today with lots of thinking time and singing time and a meal at the pancake and crepe place at Oatlands.  Well may you say, bring back the PWD, because nothing will bring back all my buried forebears along this…