I'm gonna walk 500 miles

Woody & Mrs Woody had a good stomp with the Proclaimers last night, on the occasion of Mrs Woody's birthday. We remember them first time round so it was good to see them live. Not the most communicative of individuals, in fact Charlie said (quite literally) not a word the whole time, but when you can have a good stomp to 500 miles, who cares.

Romany Ways

Surprise weekend away for the Wilburys; surprise in that Woody didn't know where he was going - we always knew it was going to be a weekend, and that we'd be away. And look where we ended up.

I always wanted a shack in the garden,

and even better if it has a Romany caravan there too.

and it did, and we slept in both of them, under a goosedown duvet. Just north of Abergavenny.

Abergavenny itself was dreadful. We tried seven pubs, all purporting to sell food, before finding one which actually did. Abergavenny Food Festival struck us as a bit of contradiction in terms!

Much better side trips to Hay on Wye & Hereford but mostly to Gentle Jane's tearoom in Grosmont and the Angel Inn, next door in Grosmont. Fabulous venue in which to watch England thrashing the auld enemy, but Ye Gods those Welsh Dragon sausages were hot.

Plague of Flies

We are surrounded by flies. The house is full of flies. Where are they coming from? Nothing seems to have died and rotted but they are everywhere. Everywhere, I tell you. Aaagh.

Cabbage, or what?

What about this then?

Now that's what I call a cabbage! Sadly it isn't mine. It's in Aberglasney Gardens in West Wales,

where we were last weekend for Granny Wilbury's 80th birthday celebrations. Despite her recent hip op Granny W proved v sprightly in hip-hopping around.