]The road where my pothole fun happened was closed the day after I reported it - took a bit of a wander down there yesterday to scope it out.
This is the view down the closed road - in the distance, you can see how the water is puddled either side, leaving a central strip which is where everyone drives trhough the winter. If you're eagle-eyed, you can see a cone that marks where the edge of the pothole is. It's roughly central to the right-hand carrigaeway, as you look at it, which puts it right in the way if you're driving down the middle of the road.
The drop into the hole is sheer. The water is lower than it has been for awhile, which is why you can see the edge.
Scientifically, I mesured it with a stick.
The wet bit is about three quarters of the length of my size nine, which makes that hole about eight inches deep.
When I moved the cone, I found that it covers a nice little platform that means that, if you were unwittingly teetering on the brink, your drop off the edge would be pretty big. That fits - it was a big-a$$ bang, even at 20 mph.
The reason I bring this up again is because Mrs Pondo has just taken the car to have the tracking sorted, and they have diagnosed knackered suspension arms and a bill of £255 - we'll ask around, of course, but it looks like this whole party could cost something in the region o four hundred quid. Not happy.