Have some fun on the A361

It interests me that I travel most days on what is officially known as the Atlantic Highway - the A39. What amuses me about this is that no matter how many times I drive along this particular stretch of road, it is always just the bit of road between Bideford and Barnstaple. Why, in the UK, don't we do the romance of roads? One of my favourite songs is Route 66. I don't care who sings it - Christ, even me singing it can sound good (to my ears) - but where are such songs in a British context?

Get your kicks on route 66, have some fun on the A361, know you're alive on the old M5, head for heaven on the A377 - all right you get the idea. The roads are there, but we don't celebrate them in song. But your Americans, well, you can't stop them. They're singing about roads, Ventura Boulevard, Broadway etc, or they're singing about places, Chicago, New York, San Francisco. Why don't we have such songs in our country?

I think that even in North Devon there is scope for a bit of song-writing to do with geography. Don't go telling me that some of the places in North Devon might not actually be up to much. I've never been to Galveston, but Glen Campbell bangs out a song about said place and we all swallow it hook, line and sinker. For all I know, the place could be a complete toilet. I think there is great scope in North Devon for a bit of creativity with songs. So what if Ilfracombe rhymes with doom, Appledore with bore, Combe Martin with fartin'. The scope is endless, if only we apply the right approach.

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