Hay on Wye

Arrived in Hay for the literary festival after a looong drive from one side of the country to the other. It is all rather wet here.

In a freak of fate the accommodation that Jo booked is the same that Mum and Dad stayed in for 10+ years when attending the festival. I’ve slept on the floor here on a couple of occasions. Dad realised about a month ago that he is still a ‘friend’ as he hasn’t cancelled his direct debit, so sent me his priority passes. We have a busy day on the festival site planned tomorrow.