by the kennet and avon canal

This is my dad, and the small arm belongs to the young son of a friend of ours. Parts of today were very pleasant - a visit to Bradford-on-Avon, which is a strange mixture of picturesque toursity quaintness and brands hatch motor circuit. Stand still to admire a building, and you risk close encounter with a 4x4, driven by someone wearing some kind of tweed garment. It was also quite an emotional day, for reasons I can't really go into here.