So, 117 miles. That’s the answer. But it’s not just a number. It’s a journey. It’s a test of patience. It’s a place where you can see a Range Rover and a bicycle sharing the same stretch of asphalt. At 11 mph.
Next time you’re stuck on the M25, look out the window. Think about that cow. Think about the 2,500 signs. Think about the one-million gallons of coffee drivers have spilled in frustration. You are not alone.
And if someone asks you, “How many miles in the M25?” you can smile. You can say, “117, but it feels like forever.” Then offer them a snack. You’re going to be there a while.
