As an Eastbourne ex-pat I was looking forward to a holiday by the seaside.
When I arrived at Willingdon roundabout I turned towards Victoria Drive when my car fell into the largest pothole ever seen and there I remained.
After nearly a week I was discovered by a workman with a wheelbarrow of hot tar and a prodder on a long pole who said “hey mate what you doing down there,” “enjoying my holiday,” I said.
Come on Eastbourne what’s with all the potholes? It was never like this when I lived in the town. My car gave a sigh of relief when I got back to Peterborough.