They’re all indignanted out

It is fab being away in Doris. I was chatting to my mate Peter the other day … we were talking about next steps. C and I are clear that we need to move out of Bradley Stoke because, with grandkids et al, the place just isn’t big enough. That will come, possibly next year. But, what I said to Peter in private (so don’t tell anyone) was that I was more than happy to move back into Doris and spend the next ten years being a vagrant. I really am. I get that’s it’s more than me, so a bigger house will be the answer.

the industrial bits of the Sharpness canal are the best

We cycled 30 miles on Monday down the Sharpness canal towards Gloucester. The tow path is bouncy and by the end we both needed a soft cushion. Noting that we’d also been for a run each first thing, I don’t think either of us have fully recovered. It was, however, lovely in the sunshine … knees brown all round. And Mrs Sun stayed with us yesterday as we drove north to Hereford and found a site just south of the city (which we have stayed at before, but didn’t realise until we got here). I went for another run (a mile, up a very long hill) whilst C spent most of the time trying to disengage with the male owner who clearly didn’t understand the signals.

Today we cycled into Hereford (12 miles round trip). We have been before. Alas, along with everywhere else, we’d forgotten what it was like. It is a lovely small city, but the centre has lost much of its charm as the shops close down – one in four in the high street are empty, with five phone shops (not Vodafone, but stores selling second-hand phones and tablets; I’m not sure if Hereford is the world centre?) taking a lot of the spare frontage. We popped in and out – double masking when needed – and I found some shoes I didn’t really need in TK Maxx. What was interesting was one in three people wore masks in the open around town, which was great to see as I noticed on the news just now that the UK is expecting a summer surge …

our latest spot. Too many trees ….

We move on tomorrow; further north I think – C is poring over the maps now. 

And finally, what about the European Super League? Leaving aside the sport, what is noteworthy is that you can’t get your fellow man to get excited about climate change, or government corruption, or 150,000 covid deaths (among many others issues). But think about setting up a footy league where the founding members can’t get relegated and you would have thought there was an asteroid on a collision path with Earth. Whatever … right choice for the billionaire’s money-making scheme to collapse, of course, but as for all the other important things going on? Well, they’ll have to wait as everyone else is indignanted out ATM.

Stay safe … don’t become part of the summer surge.