I'm tired and a bit emotional. Last night put the tin hat on it with my flight from Brum being delayed from 9.30 to us actually leaving at 12.55. I got home in West Cork at four this morning. Rants about cheap flight companies and Travelodge not making the beds or changing the towels for 3 days are for another day.
I got to see some Coleridge and Wordsworth places in Somerset and Wales. We saw John Cale in Stroud and visited Slad and Laurie Lee's favourite pub and his grave. On Saturday we saw a Lancaster Bomber fly over us and saw some heavy Rock bands like Black Star Riders and one of my favourite bands Blue Oyster Cult. I last saw them in 1988. We have all aged considerably but they are like a fine wine or malt whisky that's matured with age. You rocked BOC.
I have some super blisters and swollen feet. Hope you're all ok?
Some photos for your perusal tomorrow.