The 20th May was a Saturday and fortunately the extremely fickle weather had taken a turn for the better which was a blessing. I should mention at the outset of this entry that, yet again, there will be nothing in the way of museums, churches, art galleries or whatever and the reader may want to pass quickly on as I do not waste anyone’s time if that is what they are looking for. Rather this is a personal recollection of a day that represents much of what I love about travelling and some of the strange things that happen to me on the road. Continue reading “It could only happen to me.”
Fergy's Rambles. 