( I know it’s blurry. But there really is nowhere to stop and put up a tripod!)
I am not, NOT, a tunnel person. I don’t do low, underground car parks; and something that is under a river, and 4.8km long, is definitely out.
When Mr BB (heartlessly) drove through this one with me as a (helpless) passenger, I thought I did well. I was being an example to the four chicklettes in the back, and tried not to whimper. However, when Mr BB informed me that we would have to turn and go back through it, (yes, again!) well! Goodbye mild mannered Mrs BB.
Folks, while I survived the Clem7, it’s unnatural. I really can only be happy when I can see sky. 🙂