Are we nearly there yet?

Years ago when my brother and I were little, my parents took great joy in packing us up into the car and heading up the M4 - all the while torturing us about whether we were going to go under the blue bridge or not. If we were going to see Granny Bristol we'd turn off onto the M32, and holiday was under this bridge onto the M5/M4.

These days the bridge is the way to Nanny's, and Ikea is down the M32. It's recently been repainted a lovely shade of blue.