From Cheltenham glory to Mansfield misery
THERE are moments when you question your life choices. My epiphany, or eureka moment, came when I was halfway up the A46 just outside Snitterfield late on Tuesday afternoon. For those without a basic grasp of Warwickshire geography, Snitterfield is just south of the M40, and the A46 seems to run most of the way from the car park at Cheltenham Racecourse, diagonally towards Mansfield. It’s not a road I ever intend to travel again.












