And back again...

Today has, as you might image, been gentle. 

As in, "be gentle with me, I may have a small hangover".

A gentle stroll around Westonbirt Arboretum with mum on her mobility scooter while my blood alcohol ratio equalised, during which a gentle call from my newly wed brother gently telling me that mum had left some stuff in her room at the hotel.

Actually, the blast across the Second Severn Crossing was just what my head needed.