My helmet is my passport

Had four meetings in Chester today, in the gaps I had a stroll down back streets I have never been visited before, still carrying a high viz jacket and hard hat after a meeting with some architects.

The joy of a hard hat, high viz and suit is you look official so even two rozzers dont question you going through a security fence and poking around an abandoned derelict building.

The other high spot was popping into Chesters superb independent cheese shop and coming home with some Staffordshire organic wild garlic cheddar, a gorgeously creamy Welsh Cenarth Brie and a drool worthy Ribblesdale Blue goats cheese from the Pennines.

Now sat demolishing them with Nairn oatcakes and crusty bread... my joy is complete :)