Flying Around...

Well, the good news is the travellers didn't return during the night and dump their load. Fingers crossed, someone else has upset them and I'm a distant memory...

Not long after my wife got to work, she phoned me to say she'd brought a case of raspberries, again, and could I pick them up. It was near 30c and they were reduced as they were on their last legs. On the way, I got a call out which was not far away, so that was lucky. I picked the box up and packed them all in my electric cool box I always keep in the back of the car.

I had a call booked for 4pm in Abergavenny, and on the way there drove through the country lanes. I saw an amazing red telephone box, with a golden crown on top, that had been converted into a greenhouse. (I thought it was my blip, but on downloading the box had the reflection of a white van that was parked opposite. With the glare, I wasn't happy.)

On getting home, some inconsiderate driver had parked on the pavement partially blocking one of our three drives, the one I was using for the car I had! Grrr.... there's a big sign on the gate advising no obstruction as the entrance is in continual use. I left a note. Probably someone else that has me ear marked for revenge.

The motorways are fairly clear. I presume parents have got to their holiday destinations and have let their screaming kids run riot, as they sink a drink with their campsite neighbours.

The children next door haven't gone away yet. I can hear them. Good job there's no trampoline. Tonight I could smell them. The bar-b-cue was wafting smells across to my conservatory.

Only one thing left, other than to post a van reflection in a phone box, was to go out and get one. 20 minutes and I was in Cardiff Bay. It was heaving. Loads of women in summer skirts and many in a lot less. The Bay had been made into a beach again, and housed a fayre. I got one of the Old Pier Head Building with a ride outside.

I like it: I think it was worth the trip.