The project to open Fishergate up to unfettered humans is a positive step in the right direction and one we can all wholeheartedly applaud.
Well, we are each, first and foremost unfettered humans, ain’t we?
That the £3.4m Fishergate Central Gateway (supported by £1.4m from the European Regional Development Fund, a crumb of the £££££s poured into this region by the EU, including £227m of public money to underwrite those plucky ‘entrepreneurs’ of our Lancashire Enterprise Partnership) will impact on our vehicular activity is in some ways, perhaps to be rued, but on the whole this can be welcomed as a price worth paying.
Obviously, the more zealous among Britain’s ‘motorist’ tribe (mercifully few in number if sadly gobby) might beg to differ, and spit blood at the idea of ceding priority to people on foot or in wheelchairs.
Happily, despite Clarkson’s best efforts, the sane majority – who think it foolish to define oneself by a machine one uses – remain aware they and everyone they know and love are routinely, mostly, out and about on foot or in wheelchairs.
Needless to say, there has been quite some mayhem during the construction process, but no more than you’d reasonably expect in the circumstances.
This stretch has long been a by-word for congestion, both road and pavement, and no thinking individual would expect any such a programme of works to proceed without significant disruption.
Fear of publicly brandishing one’s idiocy, however, will never be a 100 per cent guarantee that some will pass up the opportunity.
Thus over the past few months we have seen this busy sprawling building site – which has somehow functioned throughout as a viable route for shoppers, commuters, et al and vehicles – loudly branded a ‘dangerous’ ‘deathtrap’ .
I feel for these people, It can’t be easy. So having traversed said chaos every day at rush hour, to and fro work, and anticipating an identical beat along the finished route, let me offer them this simple advice: remember your Green Cross Code and everything will be fine.
In conclusion, then, well done Lancashire County Council, the EU, the workers and all the various agencies and businesses involved.
Regular followers of this column – at least three, my parents read it aloud to the dog – might have some idea how novel, how refreshing, it felt to express such sentiments.