No rush, then.

[bunn]

Although while I was wandering past, the postman came past in his van, so I deduce this may be not so much a complete 20-week road closure, so much as that fine Westcountry tradition, the road sign aimed at People Not Us.   We, the people who live here and are prepared to take a gamble on a small risk of having to reverse for half a mile through the mud, may pass.    Although this isn't going to my village, so this sign actually IS aimed at me, since I am, in this particular context, Not Us.