Swindon Town Garden

Jol picks me up from the hotel. He has Megan with him. We head for mum’s via the Three Trees farm shop where we get salad and scotch eggs.

Lunch is a strange affair, with mums carer, Lynne. It’s clear that they’re not getting on that well, but she means well and is leaving on Wednesday.

After walks, chats, and tea, Jol drives is back to Swindon. Megan cooks aubergine and then we go out for an evening stroll. There are some lovely green spaces: the town garden and the disused railway undercut. We finish by walking along the canal to it’s end.

Back home, Point Blank.