Looks like the roads haven't improved much from the time I visited with my family at the age of 17. I'd just learned to drive, and my dad was my driving instructor, so he let me drive a few times. I remember having to keep my cool while driving along one of those roads when suddenly a herd of sheep started absent-mindedly tumbling off a hillside and onto the road.
Most of that holiday was spent sitting in the car eating Spam sarnies while the rain lashed against the windows.