Night Diggers: Confessions of a Nation That Cannot Stop Excavating Itself
Every British town has a stretch of road that has been dug up so many times it no longer remembers what it looked like with tarmac. The cones appear overnight, the signs materialise from nowhere, and by morning the lane is gone — replaced by a hole, a generator, and three men in high-vis who regard passing motorists with the weary authority of people who know something you don't.