Warwickshire Avon - Tunnels and Tuberculinotherapeutics

Walking down to the design studio entrance of doom doesn’t really do much for the soul, if I’m honest. Once you’ve negotiated two layers of security, you’re greeted by a corridor painted black, which, considering it’s supposedly a place dedicated to artistic creativity, doesn’t exactly get the creative juices flowing.Thankfully there was light at the end of this particularly miserable tunnel, and that light came in the form of rods strapped to the roof, tackle in the boot and the knowledge that once the day was over helping designing cars I’d never buy, I could escape for a couple of hours of peace and quiet.Or at least that was the theory.This particular stretch now has a strict curfew, apparently brought about by one individual’s blatant disregard for the rules, but there is a positive to all this. At least I now know what the curfew actually is, which is more than I can say for a certain club I fish for, where your guess is as good as mine.Still, rules are rules, and I had a…