Blowin' in the wind

Not the best shot ever, but Clean Steve has already blipped the white cows and calves we saw.

We were down in Wilts to see Steve's sister and to take her out for a pub lunch. The lunch was ok, the pub chaotic, and the area around it was in the middle of a peculiar transformation: new barn/conference centre tacked on to the old stone pub building; grotty old caravan adjoining a fancy looking outdoor hot tub (WTF? Surely we've passed peak Hot Tubbiness in rural Wilts?) There was even a camp site with only three groups, because it may be May, but it's still cold.

The drive there was good, though, bypassing all the towns apart from little upper-crust Tetbury, beloved of TV shows and Royalty-tourists, with its street upon street of antique shops.

Tomorrow I have another card stall at a village May Day fair. Please let it not be too windy.