First I went to Stratford. I stopped in Warwick on a whim, and they were having a folk festival. I watched some morris dancers and some ladies' clog dancers (like I used to do) who were very good. I had a sausage.

Then I found a campsite. It was sunny, so I sat and finished my book (Wallander - The White Lioness - ok) and drank wine. There was ( Read more... )