So. Not said anything for a while.
Still, here we go...
Where to begin. Probably in Aberwristslash, or whatever.
It rained like fuck.
Well. And so much for THAT.
Never again. EVAH.
And then, off we go - 100 miles or more - to the Dee Valley.
Ancient cottage, more rain, more space and coal fires.
Was good.
Can anyone explain the rain?
I'm not arsed, but this everlasting rain thing is SO weird.
