Wilderness

Away all weekend in the arse end of nowhere. AKA Somerset.

With luck there’ll be no fireworks at all where we are – although I’m not counting on that. Last time we did this, and went somewhere that fireworks were actually banned by the company, the bloody groundskeeper for the local stately(ish) house that owned the property we were in decided to have a mini-display in the garden. The fucker.

So we’ll see. I’m sure I’ll write more about it on our return. (not that anyone cares, but that’s the way of the world)

And when I come back I’ll also be 34, a birthday having occurred too.