First, you have to find the entrance. It’s not signposted; it’s a secret handshake between the station and the local council. You’ll circle the same roundabout five times, cursing the sat-nav that keeps saying, “You have arrived.” Spoiler: No, you have not.
Once you’re in, the fun really begins. The ramps are so steep and tight, you’ll wonder if your car is a tiny rollercoaster or a clown car attempting a suicide mission. I swear the architects had a vendetta against station wagons. You’ll scrape your bumper on a pillar that seems to jump out at you.
